Cassandra Penelope sets her wine glass down on the table with a slow, deliberate clink. The silence between us stretches, thick and suffocating, but I don't break my glare. I keep my eyes locked on them until she lets out a quiet sigh."Cassandra," Penelope says softly, her gaze meeting mine. "You didn't trust a single soul back then. The Hawthorne name alone made you flinch. If we had told you back then that we were connected to them... would you have stayed?"Her words drop into the quiet room, but I keep my jaw set, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. I refuse to let my expression soften for even a second. I need this wall up. If I let down my guard, the doubt will creep in, and I can't afford a single moment of weakness."That still doesn't justify keeping it from me," I say, my voice dropping into a low, dangerous register."We kept it from you because we wanted your trust," Penelope continues, taking a measured step toward me. "We wanted you to see us as your family, not as
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