Nala
Caleb’s eyebrows knitted together as he watched us return without Annabel. There was concern etched on his face, and the same question was clear in Maxwell’s eyes as he stepped forward.
“How is she?” Maxwell asked quietly, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it before.
“She’s… still in shock,” I admitted, my voice low. “She heard the truth from the horse’s mouth and needs time to process it all.” I glanced at him, and he gave a small nod, understanding that tonight was a turning point for Annabel—one that left her more broken than whole.
“I guess the dinner didn’t go as planned,” Xander murmured, cutting through the silence that followed. He looked around the room at the stunned faces of our guests.
“It was supposed to be a night of celebration, of bringing everyone together.
