I was halfway through my second waffle when I realized Sabrina had gone quiet.
Not her usual quiet, the kind that made you feel like she was cataloguing your weaknesses for later use. This was different. Her hand had gone still in mine under the table, and when I glanced over, her eyes were fixed on something in her lap. Her phone, probably. Whatever she'd read had drained the soft warmth from her face, replacing it with something cold and sharp.
"Brina?" Harlow tilted her head like a curious puppy. "You okay? You're doing the thing where you stare at nothing and your jaw gets all tense and scary."
"I'm fine."
Two words. Flat. Final. The kind of fine that meant absolutely nothing was fine.
Cassidy snorted from across the table. "Yeah, that's convincing. What happened? Did someone die? Did Mother finally text you about the boy toy sleeping in your bed?"
The silence that followed was answer enough.
