Chapter 64

The air in the Castellano household was thick with tension. It had been brewing for weeks, but today, it felt almost palpable. Ivy sat at the dining table, a frown etched on her young face as she pushed her food around her plate. Across from her, Rafael watched her with a growing sense of unease. Her usual chatter had been replaced by silence, and when she did speak, her words carried an edge that didn’t belong to the sweet, curious girl he knew.
“What’s wrong, Ivy?” Rafael asked, trying to keep his tone calm.
“Nothing,” Ivy muttered, not looking up from her plate.