|Snow|
The air in the front yard had started to shift. What had begun as a lively celebration, full of music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses, was now thick with an unspoken tension. Conversations slowed, the energy dulled, and the focus of the entire area seemed to turn toward us—as though we had suddenly become the centerpiece of a spectacle no one wanted to miss.
Eyes followed us, some with curiosity, others with open speculation. The moment felt staged, too dramatic for comfort, like a scene from a play where the audience already knew something the characters didn’t.
“Me?” Stephanie’s voice rang out, sharp with surprise, as she stepped out from behind Sevran’s shoulder. Her presence seemed to shift the energy between us all, her attention snapping directly to Silas with pinpoi
