Ricky’s POV
The tension in the kitchen is suffocating, getting too much. Nathans glares at me. His glare darts between the envelope on the table and me.
Abigail and Eliana seats still, her eyes are wide open as she stares at us with Keen attention. I can already sense the questions coming out from their stares. And it makes my heart feel tight. My palms gets sweaty as I pick up the envelope, tightening my grip on it. I think about what I'll say to Nathan first, then my eyes locks with Eliana for a moment. Nathan stands glaring at me, his anger very visible.
Without a word, I push back my chair and walk out of the room. Eliana calls out to me softly but I don't turn back or answer. I had expect, Nathan to stop me on my way out, but he didn't. He doesn't utter a single word to me, but I
