Rav gives me a hard look as he passes Naomi three sets of cutlery, and I use Mina as an excuse to get some space. As my feet reach the bottom step, I hear the murmur of their voices coming from the kitchen and the rattle of plates being removed from the cupboard. I pause for a moment, that same unsettling feeling washing over me, before I climb the stairs, taking them carefully as a sharp pain bolts through my ankle on every step.