C117 The Confrontation

The morning after Damien's confession, the house was tense.

Isabella moved through the kitchen, making coffee, her hands steady despite the chaos in her heart. Sebastian sat at the table, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on the window. Damien was on the porch, his back to them, his shoulders rigid.

"We need to talk," Sebastian said.

"We will." Isabella set a cup in front of him