Caleb’s P.O.V

I sat stiffly in the chair, my fingers drumming against my knee as I glanced at the other two teens in the room. Ashton, the oldest of the siblings, leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable, while Maggie sat beside me, her expression neutral but I could tell that she was tense. We had decided to exclude Avery out of this meeting since she was still too young.

The air was tense, thick with an uncertainty none of us wanted to voice. ...