Chapter 152: Drama time

Daphne's POV

The laughter from breakfast still lingered faintly in the air, the sound of spoons and forks clinking against china replaced now by the softer murmur of conversation. We had all gathered in the living room, seated comfortably as though the morning had been nothing but a normal family gathering. The twins played quietly with their toys at our feet, their innocent giggles a stark contrast to the storm I could already feel building in the room.

I sat beside Oliver, my hand carefully resting in his, my face a mask of composure. Inside, however, my heart was pounding so loudly I feared everyone could hear it. Jonah’s stare had not left me once since we arrived at the table earlier, and every second of it felt like a blade piercing my skin.

Daisy’s parents were smiling warmly, telling little side-stories about their travels, occasionally chuckling at their own jokes. Christine, however, had gone unusually quiet. She sat rigidly, her fingers intertwined in her lap, her jaw tigh