PRISCILLA’S POV

Brent and I entered the kitchen and I gently locked the door behind us to avoid having any of the twins coming in after us.

The air between us was thick with tension as we both waited with bated breath for the first person to break the deafening silence.

I found myself staring at my feet as though they'd suddenly gotten interesting. Brent's eyes were boring holes into me that made me uncomfortable and squirmy.

“I-” We both started simultaneously and our eyes ...