Chapter 28
The ticking of the clock in the Vale family's living room was undeniable that night. Elara sat in the cushioned chair with her hands clenched tightly, holding back the turmoil in her chest. Evelyn Vale stood by the large window, her shadow cut by the thin curtains in the moonlight. The woman's face was pale, but the look in her eyes was stern, as if she was ready for a storm to explode.
Damien stood leaning against the table, his arms folded across his chest. The cold aura that usually clung to him now changed, there was a real tension, as if he already knew what sentence would come out of his mother's lips. Adrian, on the other hand, stood a few steps to the side, trying to keep a calm look, though his tense jaw showed he was holding something back.
"Elara..." Evelyn's voice
