Violet 

The cafe was so silent I could hear the faint ticking of the wall clock. If a pin dropped right now, I was sure it would echo through the whole place, and honestly, I wanted it to. Anything to break this unbearable tension pressing against my chest. But no, it stayed painfully quiet.

I bit my lower lip, a nervous habit I’d never managed to stop. My palms were clammy against my lap, and I could feel every pair of curious eyes in the cafe glued to us. It wasn’t every day people got to witness a Sinclair family drama up close.

When I finally looked at Roman, I...