Chapter 37 Family Pressure

• The morning light filtered through the curtains of Celia’s bedroom, soft and golden, a stark contrast to the storm raging in her mind. She sat on the edge of her bed, her phone in hand, staring at the last message from Alexander: We need to be more careful. It was cryptic, cautious, and entirely unlike the warmth he showed when they were alone.
• The sound of her mother’s voice calling from downstairs broke her thoughts.
• “Celia! Breakfast is ready. Come down before it gets cold.”