Dinner felt like an eternity of unspoken tension. As Perdita sat across from Caspian, she couldn’t shake the oppressive silence that thickened the air around them. He seemed lost, brooding over the puzzle she had carefully presented earlier, while she sank deeper into her own well of anguish. It was maddening to know their longstanding animosity had been built on a lie her brother told—that her mother had beaten him up. For years, Caspian had treated their interactions as part of an ...