Elena’s POV

I walk in beside Cole with my spine straight and my hands steady, even though everything inside me feels like it is burning, because this is not the moment to let emotion take control when clarity will hurt them far more than rage ever could. Michael is already seated when we enter, his posture stiff, his eyes flicking toward us and then away again as though he already knows how this will end, while Isabella stands near him with her arms crossed, her expression sharp and ...