Chapter 35
Wren
The front door hadn't even clicked shut behind me before I knew something was wrong.
The living room was quiet. Too quiet.
My mother stood in the middle of it with her arms folded, waiting for me as though she had been standing there for hours. She wasn't pacing or yelling—not yet. Somehow that made it worse.
As I stepped closer, she lifted one hand and pressed two fingers against her forehead, massaging the spot between her brows. A deep frown creased her face, disappointment written into every line of her expression.
I had seen that look before. Report cards that weren't perfect. A cheer routine that had placed second instead of first. A forgotten ribbon. A stain on my uniform.
Today...
It somehow looked even heavier. I swallowed.
If losing the captaincy had deva
