Killian panicked.
"How am I supposed to show her this? How am I supposed to—God, this is going to destroy her. It's going to—"
Annie's hand tightened on the snowflakes, crumpling them slightly.
She stepped into the doorway of the sitting room, and three pairs of eyes snapped to her immediately.
The scene before her was unsettling. Killian stood near the table, his face a mask of devastation—eyes red, jaw clenched so tight she could see the muscle jumping. Onika stood to his right, her expression grim and angry and something else—pity, maybe. Adam was by the window, looking like he wished he were anywhere else.
And on the table between them sat a box. Not wrapped festively. Not decorated for Christmas. Just a plain cardboard box, half-opened.
"Annie." Killian's voice cam
