“What is it, Cora?” Will asked, leaning forward in the armchair he was sitting in, his brows drawn tight as he looked at me with that quiet concern he always wore so well.
They were all looking at me now—Matt, Kian, Mike, and Will—each one of them with worry etched into their faces, eyes focused solely on me. I didn’t know why I had insisted that Will put snacks out on the table, why I had insisted on them sitting down, all in front of me like some kind of jury. Maybe it had made sense earlier. Maybe I had wanted it to feel less serious, less heavy, more like one of our usual hangouts. But now, with their eyes pinned to me, their attention unwavering, I was starting to regret every bit of it.
What had I expected would happen? That I’d just stand here, say something like Hey guys, so I sl
