CYRIL’S POV
The silence in the room wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. It was heavy. Like a loaded gun waiting for someone to pull the trigger. I leaned forward in my chair, elbows resting on the dining table, letting the tension hang.
Daniel and Diane sat across from me, too composed for people who’d just ruined dinner and were definitely about to ruin the rest of my evening. I was about to speak when Diane scooted forward.
“You can’t keep Zayne hidden forever,” she said, her arms crossed like she was bracing for a fight she was confident she'd win.
I shrugged, “I don’t plan on doing that.”
She opened her mouth, probably expecting more of a debate, but I gave her none.
When he’s eighteen, he can decide if he wants the media attention or not.
They were aware of this. It was written i
