Zerah
I should have known that this dinner was going to be a disaster from the moment we stepped into the house.
The Falloway estate was the kind of place where people wore designer grief and smiled with judgment tucked behind pearl necklaces. The dining room looked like something out of a luxury lifestyle magazine—long polished table, golden cutlery, crystal glasses, and a chandelier so unnecessarily big it could crush someone and still be considered tasteful.
And there I was, sitting between Ryker and an empty chair, hands folded tightly in my lap, trying to act like my lungs weren’t collapsing with every second that passed.
Nathan sat opposite me. He kept stealing glances when he thought I wasn’t looking. His expression was unreadable—curious, confused, almost as if he were trying t
