Selene could feel all eyes on her as she tried to stay put in her chair, which now felt unbearably uncomfortable.
Her gaze stayed glued to the plate in front of her, but she could still feel the weight of everyone's eyes at the table. Judging. From her father's friends to Ivy and Frank. All of them.
All except Mariam and Nikolas, who sat quietly beside her.
"Selene, are you sure you're okay?" Nikolas asked softly, placing his hand on her lap. It was only then she realized her leg had been tapping anxiously against the ground.
"I don't know," Selene whispered, her head still bowed. Her eyes flickered to the empty chair beside her—Sandy's chair.
