Nathan’s POV
The moment my parents disappear down the stairs, the atmosphere shifts entirely. . Abigail is standing there, frozen, her fists clenched so tightly at her sides that her knuckles are turning white.
She looks like she’s about to explode, her wide eyes darting between me and the curtains where the girl is hidden. Her mouth opens slightly like she wants to say something, but no words come out.
Before she can figure out what to do, the curtains rustle, and the girl steps out. She brushes her hair over her shoulder in one smooth, practiced motion, her smirk firmly in place as her eyes land on Abigail.
“Well, that was fun,” the girl says, her voice laced with sarcasm. “You sure know how to keep things interesting, Nathan.”
Ignoring her, I glance at Abigail, whose face has turne
