ANNA'S POV

The room went quiet after Dan spoke.

No one said a word for a few seconds, and that silence felt heavier than all the accusations thrown around moments ago. My dad stood there with the necklace clenched in his hand, staring at it like it had personally betrayed him. My mom sat down on my bed slowly, her hands shaking as she rested them on her lap. Isabel stood still, arms crossed, her face unreadable.

Ryan was beside me, close enough that I could feel his presence, steady and grounding, but even that didn’t calm the storm building in the room.

“This conversation isn’t happening here,” my dad...