A Secret Behind a Closed Door
POV Amber
The tension in the living room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Jackson sat at one end of the couch, me at the other, and in between we had Adam, Rebeca, and Anthony acting like a panel of judges waiting for the first off-key note to see who would mess up first. No one dared to speak. I wasn't about to start anything—he was the one who had made a scene, and he was the one who should apologize. But knowing my brother and his stubborn pride, that could take a while.
"This is a waste of time," I said, glancing at the others. "You all know how he is, how hard it is for him to admit when he's wrong." This time I turned towardAdam.
"It's a trait I don't share," he replied with irritating calm.
"You don't say!" I shot back, widen
