Chapter Fifteen
Annie's POV
Dinner was quiet. No one was talking between me and Grey. He sat across from me, focused on his food, barely looking up. Just the sound of cutlery and the soft hum of the room.
Ever since that night when I asked about the picture, he hadn't been the same.
I hadn't meant any harm. I wasn't snooping. I was just cleaning his room and happened to see a photo of a young girl tucked away in his drawer.
But the way he reacted... like I had crossed some invisible line I didn't even know existed.
I stole a glance at him, hoping he'd say something. Anything. But he didn't. His jaw was tight, his posture stiff, like he'd built a wall between us and had no intention of tearing it down.
I sighed quietly and looked back at my plate. Was it really that serious? It was
