Caleb’s P.O.V

I watched Damien’s expression closely, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, heart pounding even though the room had gone utterly silent. The air felt heavy — like the weight of everything we’d just thrown at him was threatening to crush the walls in. He didn’t speak at first. His brows were drawn, jaw tight, eyes locked on the floor as though searching for answers in the pattern of the wood grain. I knew that look. He wasn’t ignoring us. He was processing. ...