Confronting the Past

"What?" I whispered back, heart racing as Ethan's words hit me like a physical blow.

Before I could recover, Mom stepped forward, breaking the tension. "Let's have breakfast together! I came back because Alistair texted me they were returning early."

But Ethan's eyes never left mine, cold and calculating. I pulled away from his embrace, desperately trying to keep my expression neutral. The comfortable family reunion atmosphere had evaporated instantly.

"Actually," I said, forcing a smile, "I was just about to head out for a walk. Need some fresh air."

"No, you weren't." Ethan's voice was quiet but firm. "Mom, Dad, Elara and I need to catch up privately. Brother-sister talk."

Mom's eyebrows rose in surprise, but Alistair nodded understandingly. "Of course. We'll be in the kitchen. Take your time."