Celine shook her head as she picked at her food. She wasn’t hungry, but she didn’t want Damian to think that she was avoiding him.

“No. I don’t.” She responded.

“If anything, it makes me think that we haven’t done anything right. We haven’t done anything different at all. Maybe the police have finally caught the person responsible for your father’s death. Maybe they have caught them before you did.”

Damian didn’t respond immediately. Celine watched as he took a sip of water before setting his glass back down slowly. He kept his eyes trained on the table in front of him. His jawline was tensed. His brow furrowed.

She...