Gabriel’s POV
The tension at dinner was heavy and unsettling, because Ethan was back. I spotted him the moment I stepped into the dining area. He was already seated, leaning back with one arm draped lazily over the chair.
A glass of red wine swirled between his fingers, and he watched it like there was something more interesting in the liquid than the people around him.
I didn’t react. He wanted me to.Instead, I pulled out my chair and sat down, ignoring the way his gaze lingered on me, waiting for a response.
Grandma sat at the head of the table, stiff and composed. The staff moved around quietly, setting down plates, but there was an unmistakable heaviness in the air.
No one welcomed Ethan back.
He smirked as I picked up my fork. “Didn’t think I’d miss a family dinner, did you?”
