AUTHOR’S POV
Channing watches his parents exchange looks, and before they say anything, he feels a deep unease in his stomach. Something's wrong. He can feel it in the weight of the silence, the hesitation in their eyes, and his throat constricts.
"Mom?" he asks quietly, his voice weaker than he intended, and Paloma exhales shakily, reaching for his hand. “There’s something we need to tell you.” She speaks cautiously, her fingers tightening around his. "But first, we need to tell you everything from the beginning."
Cillian takes over, shifting his seat. His expression is heavy, tinged with something Channing can't quite place—but it causes his pulse to quicken as he turns his attention to him. "When you woke up, we kept something from you," his father admits in a rough voice, sending Ch
