Hannah's POV

　　The clink of silverware against porcelain was the loudest sound in the room. Christian sat across from me, his shoulders slightly hunched as he cut into his grilled salmon with the kind of focus that made it feel like he was in a different room entirely. He hadn't said much since we sat down.

　　I didn't have an appetite when I was sitting with Ezra. I was uncomfortable, so I didn't eat a thing, but right now, the food on my plate was beautifu, but I ...