Nathan’s POV
The living room feels smaller than usual, suffocating with the tension hanging between us. The air is heavy, the silence before Ricky speaks pressing down on me.
"You need to stop this, Nathan," Ricky says, his voice even and calm, though there’s a sharp edge underneath.
I pace back and forth, my sneakers scuffing against the floor, the movement the only way to release the frustration clawing at my chest. "Stop what? Being the only one around here who sees what’s really going on? You’ve invited strangers into our house and expect me to just play along like this is normal?"
Ricky sighs, standing from the couch and folding his arms. "They’re not strangers. Abigail and her mom are part of my life now, and whether you like it or not, you need to learn to deal with that."
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