Anna's POV
We all sit in the dining room eating. No one says a thing. The place is as quiet as a graveyard, except for the soft, rhythmic sounds of chewing. Forks scrape plates. Cups clink gently. No laughter. No conversation. Just silence.
I remember the first time I sat here at this massive dining table. Goddess, I made such a mess of myself that day. Spilled juice on the tablecloth. Dropped half my food. I was so nervous I could barely hold the spoon straight. But now, sitting here again, I wonder—what was I even scared of back then?
The memory makes me chuckle, and I don’t even realize I did it out loud until the room grows even quieter. Dylan, Vanessa, and Miley stop eating and turn to look at me. I can feel their eyes on me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." I start, my voice low
