Felix’s povThe metallic clatter of forks against porcelain rang through the dining room, echoing too loudly in the silence that settled between us. Every scrape of silverware felt heavier than it should, filling the air with unspoken words.From the corner of my eye, I caught Anna. She was eating in slow, measured motions, as though each bite drained what little strength she had left. Her face was pale, her posture slumped, like she might faint right there at the table.Everyone was present—except Grandfather.“Son…” my mother’s voice broke the quiet, soft yet edged with something that immediately put me on alert.I should have known. The moment she insisted on a “family dinner,” I suspected an agenda.Ever since the kidnapping, when my mother and sister had been found and hospitalized, I hadn’t been able to shake the image of their frail bodies and hollowed faces. The bastard—Kendrick Reyes—had admitted to starving them. Just the thought of his smug expression made my jaw lock.Reb
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