Mara’s POV

I woke up with a heaviness pressing against my chest, the kind that made each breath feel too slow. After yesterday’s chaos, Elias dragging me into the restroom, David apologizing awkwardly in the hallway, Andrea appearing at the worst possible moment, I barely slept.

When I finally stepped out of my room and descended the stairs, I froze halfway down.

They were all there.

Elias.

Camille.

Andrea.

David.

All gathered around the long dining table, eating breakfast.

Wonderful.

The last thing I needed this morning was to face every single person I had unresolved tension with.

Both Elias and David looked up at me at the same time,...