Chapter 19 A Tangle Of Lies

The morning sun streamed into the kitchen, golden and warm—but the air inside the Sinclair home was anything but peaceful. Cleo and Elijah sat at the counter, poking at their cereal, eyes darting to each other now and then, both unsettled. Elowen moved around them mechanically, pouring coffee, her mind miles away. The night’s dinner replayed like a broken record—Rowan’s apologies, his empty promises, the desperate gleam in his eyes.