Nathan’s P.O.V

I stood there, hands in my pockets, watching Gabriella and her father walk away. There was nothing else to say to them. Nothing I wanted to say. My silence was their answer, my mind reeling, yet strangely still. All I could hear was the echo of Sophia’s voice from earlier, the look in her eyes when she realized what my family had done. What my mother had done. And as the last of the guests trickled out and the doors finally shut behind Gabriella, I turned to her-my ...