Olivia’s POV

“What? W-what are you talking about?” I stammered, my throat dry under the piercing stares of Ethan and Grace. Their eyes seemed to bore into me, searching for the truth hidden in my faltering words.

“Good Lord, what’s all this commotion?” Nathan asked, stepping into the kitchen from the living room, where he’d left Mia engrossed in a cartoon. “Even Mia could tell something’s off.”

“We’re just sorting out something important,” Ethan said, his gaze still ...