Keila Forger's Point of View
Distracted about the paternity results, time passed lightly for me and night time came. I have no firm memory of what I did after reading the results handed to me by Caspian. My head and feet both feel light and empty, as if I am some weightless being floating in the air with very little existence.
When I started being conscious again about my surroundings, I was already sitting at a dinner table with Caspian, Aiden and my mother. No one wants to break the ice in the room. Only the servants' footsteps and scuffling in the kitchen can be heard in the air like a broken orchestra.
It's suffocating.
The pressure. The silence. And the gazes that are being thrown at me feels like a heavy metal that's slowly twisting my neck.
"C-cas—" I stopped talking. I almos
