Damien's POV
The following morning after the disaster of a night that I had had, I sat at the head of the breakfast table. My face remained a mask of indifference, and the heavy silence hung in the air. It was the morning after the revelation of Amira's betrayal, and the weight of our unresolved issues bore down on us.
Amira sat at her usual place, fidgeting with her silverware and casting occasional glances at me. It was obvious she had spent a sleepless night, her eyes red rimmed and sagging from crying and lack of sleep.
Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, Amira cleared her throat. "Damien, can we please talk about this?" Her voice was soft and pleading. She was cornering me infront of everyone hoping I would not say anything.
I lifted my gaze from my untouched plate, m
