Cole's POV

Unlike the usual lively chatter that filled Aunt Margot's sun-drenched dining room a thick and uncomfortable silence hung over the breakfast table.

I watched Amelia pick at her toast while staring at something that was hidden behind the flowery tablecloth.

I hadn't noticed the shadow of dullness in her normally bright eyes before and it made me feel sick to my stomach.

Her voice lacked its usual warmth, sounding thin and distant, but she responded courteously to Aunt Margot's ...