AUTHOR’S POV. The words settled heavily even a few minutes after they were spoken.The restaurant, though privately booked, suddenly felt smaller. The soft background music faded into something distant. Even the clinking of cutlery from the kitchen seemed to pause in respect of the moment.No one spoke.Cole leaned back slightly in his chair, his expression unreadable. The others—Daniel, Mira, Thomas, Evelyn, Sam, and Rhea—sat still, their faces calm but guarded.Aurora felt the weight of seven years pressing against her ribs.She inhaled.Then exhaled.Her fingers curled slightly against her lap under the table. For a few seconds—long, stretching seconds—she said nothing. She just breathed. Gathering courage. Gathering humility.The silence deepened.Then finally—“I’m sorry.”Her voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be.The words fell into the quiet like a stone into still water.No one moved.No one responded.But under the table, she felt it—Cole’s hand finding hers briefly, sque
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