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AUTHOR’S POV
The dining room was warm with the scent of roasted meat, garlic bread, and wine, yet the tension in the air made the meal feel heavier than it should have.
The chandelier cast a golden glow over the table, illuminating the faces of those seated, each absorbed in their own thoughts—until Sloane broke the silence.
She glanced at Vivian, who met her gaze with a subtle nod, urging her forward. Taking a deep breath, Sloane set her fork down with a soft clink against her plate.
The room stilled instantly.
All eyes turned to her, curiosity and apprehension flickering in their gazes.
“Guys,” Sloane started, her voice steady yet carrying the weight of something important.
“I think it’s time we come clean.”
A beat of silence followed. Damon, sitting beside her, shif
