Abigail’s POV
I sit stiffly, my back straight and my hands placed and folded tightly on my lap, trying not to break under Ricky’s piercing gaze. The energy in the living room feels very tight and alarming.
Mom sits silently beside him. Her posture is composed but her lips are pressed into a thin line. She hasn’t said a word since Nathan and I were summoned by Ricky. She seats and the role of a silent observer than an active participant.
And then there’s Nathan.
He balances in his chair like as if he is a king addressing his subjects, his legs are stretched out and his arms placed lazily over the armrests. His eyes are hooded, his expression deliberately bored, but the slight twitch in his jaw betrays him. He’s just as tense as I am, though he appears to hide his better.
Ricky clears h
