Annabel’s POV
The clink of silverware on porcelain was the only sound for a few minutes. Even the way it echoed felt sharper than it should have, like the whole room was on edge and every slight noise just reminded you of it. Justin kept his gaze locked on his plate, his shoulders tight, and his jaw clenched like he was grinding down words before they could escape. I could tell. He was holding back. But it was only a matter of time.
I now understand why he was so hesitant to talk about his family. His mother seemed so harsh. I had been expecting a warm, loving family, but no matter how much his mother tried to put on that fake smile on her face, I couldn't get that vibe from her. Everyone seemed to be walking on eggshells around here, and this made me uncomfortable. I couldn't wait to fi
