The moment Skylar saw me, her expression froze. Her eyes flickered with something that screamed, What are you doing here?
“Happy birthday, Silas!” the room erupted, a chorus of cheerful voices breaking the tension I felt creeping into my chest.
I stiffened. His birthday? My stomach churned with guilt, realization hitting me like a slap. How could I have forgotten his birthday?
“Oh, come on,” Silas groaned, though his grin betrayed his pleasure. “I’m way too old for this. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”
The smile on his face—radiant and unrestrained—should have warmed me, but instead, it fanned the flames of something darker. Because he wasn’t just smiling. He was smiling at her.
“I didn’t even get to light the candles!” April pouted, her voice carrying a practiced sw
