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AUTHOR’S POV
The breakfast table was unusually quiet. A dull, suffocating silence hung over the room, making the clinking of cutlery against plates seem louder than they should have been.
The tension was thick, almost tangible, as though everyone was bracing for something—but no one knew what.
Davian sat at the head of the table, lazily stirring his coffee, eyes flicking between everyone as if waiting for someone to speak first. Darlene was slicing through her toast, but she hadn’t taken a single bite and she was looking after Vivian too who suffered a ‘ heart attack ‘.
Aiden was glaring at his plate, his jaw tight, while Richard sat back in his chair, observing quietly, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
Michele was next to him, watching Vincein carefully, as though waiti
