Eleanor
Silence.
Thick, suffocating silence.
It was the kind of silence that stretched far too long for comfort, the kind that settled over a room like an unexpected slap, leaving everyone momentarily frozen as their brains struggled to catch up.
My entire body stiffened, my breath catching in my throat as the words settled over the room like an atomic bomb.
I blinked, staring down at Daniel’s wide, eager eyes, his little face beaming up at me with all the confidence in the world, completely unaware that he had just detonated a bomb in the middle of the room.
Uncle Nathan’s wife.
I could feel the weight of everyone’s gaze shift toward me, toward us, like a spotlight had suddenly flicked on, highlighting this absurd, impossible misunderstanding.
Nathan, standing just a few feet away
