Bella’s P.O.V.
"Isn’t that the one managed by Caleb?"
The moment the words left my lips, the room fell into a kind of silence that chilled me to the bone.
Not the awkward kind.
Not the type laced with guilt or confusion.
No—this was thick, stifling, and deeply uncomfortable.
The kind of silence that said everyone in this room knows something you don’t.
Matt didn’t blink. His jaw ticked slightly, and he stared at the screen like it had just grown teeth. Rose stood beside him, her expression unreadable but unnaturally still. Aiden and Blake exchanged a brief look—startled, then stiff. Rachel’s lips pressed into a straight, pale line, and Ryan wouldn’t even look at me.
“What is it?” I asked. “What the hell is everyone hiding?”
Still no answer.
I looked at Ryan. “You. Speak. Now.”
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