The weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air as Killian and I sat at the dinner table.

The flickering candlelight did little to ease the tension that had settled between us.

I couldn't shake the feeling that he was keeping something from me, and it gnawed at the edges of my patience.

"Why didn't you tell me, Killian?" I finally broke the silence, my voice hurt.

His eyes, usually warm and reassuring, flickered with guilt. It was a dance of emotions he couldn't ...