Chloe’s Point of View
The silence in the room is thick.
My stomach feels hollow, like the floor has dropped out from under me. I swallow hard, glancing at Zayde. His hand slightly tightens around mine, and when I meet his eyes, I see a mix of worry and something else that looks a lot like hope. But this isn’t a decision I want to make in front of everyone.
“This is something personal that Zayde and I need to discuss and decide on together. But not with everyone watching.”
I say softly. Mom frowns slightly, but nods her head. Dad looks reluctant, his gaze flicking to Zayde, then back to me before he sighs and nods his head.
“You’re right. This is between the two of you.”
Uncle Zane pushes his chair back.
“Of course. We will give you two some space. Try to get some rest Chloe.”
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