Cole's POV
I sat there, jaw clenched, staring at the table in the middle of the living room like it might have answers written on it. But of course, it didn’t. The only thing it held was an untouched coffee mug, already gone cold.
Viola sat across from me, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. Devina stood with her arms folded, glaring like she was holding back an entire storm. Marc lounged in one of the chairs by the corner, his foot tapping nonstop. Aaron was pacing back and forth, muttering under his breath, while Zoey—God bless her big mouth—had been talking nonstop for the past ten minutes.
“I’m just saying,” Zoey began again, voice sharp enough to cut glass, “maybe she ran off with another man. Maybe she realized she doesn’t want to marry you, Cole. You ever think of that
