The hall itself seemed to lean into the tension. Conversations quieted... like they all already knew the history between those four, even though they didn't.
Faye walked on, her gaze was steady when her sister’s eyes met hers across the hall.
She had promised herself this moment would not undo her. She wouldn't let the past control her in presence of all those people.
Inside, her heart did not race as it once might have. The anger she had once nursed toward Jason had cooled, hardened into something quieter...indifference. And indifference, she had learned, was far sharper than hate.
Jason, on the other hand, was anything but indifferent. His chest felt like a cage too tight to contain the storm inside. He told himself he had expected this, told himself her presence should just be some
