Chapter 7 Whispers Behind Closed Doors
- The evening carried a strange weight—like the end of something, though Zara couldn’t quite place what.
- Dinner was awkward, tense. Regan sat across from her, his fork barely moving, his face unreadable as ever. Her parents pretended to enjoy the meal, but even her mother kept glancing at the door, as if expecting someone.
- The someone came fifteen minutes later