CHLOE’s POV

The morning air was thick with tension, it felt weird. Even the sunlight coming from the glass walls felt too sharp, it was staring at me like it knew something I didn’t know or was hiding.

Jake hadn’t spoken to me since last night. His silences had grown heavier, filled with questions he never asked out loud.

I was sitting by the piano in the main hall, pretending to read a book, when Ethan quietly entered. He didn’t wear his usual suit today, just a dark shirt ...