Chapter 68

Elodie’s POV

Breakfast feels longer than usual. The sound of forks and knives fills the silence. No one seems eager to start a conversation. Nyara is still resting upstairs, Garrick scrolls through messages on his phone, and my mother keeps rising every few minutes to check on Nyara before returning to her seat. Kiernan sits across from me, eating quietly, expression unreadable.

I try not to look