Cole POV

My hand tightened around the champagne flute as Aunt Margot's sharp eyes pinned me to the spot.

A while ago, her phone rang, interrupting the conversation we had. I watched her tap the screen on her phone without responding to the call.

My mind was numb from the endless questions she asked and fake smiles plastered on my face. Pretending around Aunt Margot was a hard thing to do.

“What's going on Cole?” She asked, her voice low and urgent. “ I see the sadness in your eyes. ...