Nathan’s POV
“Where’s Abigail?” Ricky’s voice cuts through the low sound of conversation at the dinner table, his tone filled with concern as he glances toward the empty chair at Eliana’s side.
“She’ll be down soon,” Eliana replies with a calm smile, arranging the fabric of her blouse. “She needed a moment to freshen up after school.”
Freshen up? What does she need to freshen up for?
I stab at the roasted potatoes on my plate, my irritation springing out to the surface. “Why do you care so much?” I mutter under my breath, though not quietly enough to avoid Ricky’s attention.
His sharp gaze snaps to me, his jaw tightening in that way that says he’s holding himself back. “She’s part of this family now, Nathan. I’d think you’d want to make an effort to get along.”
I scoff, leaning back
