Chapter 85

• RYAN'S POV~
• My father’s silence was as deafening as his gaze was deadly. The air around us was charged with tension, every particle of it feeling as if it were ready to explode. My mother’s face was a mask of grief, her eyes wide with an emotion I couldn’t quite place—was it pity? Was it disappointment? It didn’t matter. She had chosen her side, and it wasn’t mine.
• Slowly, deliberately, I rose from my seat and walked towards the door.