Anna froze, her fork hovering halfway to her mouth. Slowly, she lowered it back to her plate, the soft clink sounding far too loud in the sudden quiet. 

Every eye at the table turned toward her.

Her eyes flicked around the table, landing on their expectant faces. Everyone was waiting—expecting her to say something. 

Anna’s thoughts spun wildly. She didn’t know what to say, knowing that telling the truth would only make Isabella ask questions she couldn’t bear to answer, yet she ...