Hazel's Point of View
The room grows quiet... too quiet.
As everyone processes what Drake and I just told them, silence takes hold like a vise. Amelia clutches Griffin a little tighter. Richard does not even blink, his jaw locked. Even Aiden looks pale now, eyes distant, haunted, maybe.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat, the weight of their fear pressing against my chest.
Then, quietly, Nicole rises from her chair. She rests a hand on her rounded belly, her other bracing against the table. Her voice is soft but firm as she says. “It has been a long eventful drive. Let me show you to your room, Hazel.”
Relief flutters in my chest like a bird. I nod my head, grateful for the out. “Thanks. I would apriciate that.”
I need a moment. Just a few minutes away from all this, away from the weig
