The next morning at the Denovan estate was not calm.

The maids moved quickly through the halls, preparing breakfast. The smell of fresh bread and coffee filled the air. Yet inside the dining room, the atmosphere was heavy.

Maya sat with her parents and Colton at the table. She tried to eat quietly, but her hands kept trembling slightly on the silver fork. She knew they were all watching her.

Mr. Denovan finally spoke, his voice calm but firm.

“Maya, we need to talk about last night.”

Her fork froze. She glanced at Colton, then at her mother. Both of them looked serious.

Mrs. Denovan leaned forward, her eyes sharp....