Windsor's POV
The atmosphere had shifted by the time I walked back inside. They were all pretending everything was normal, but the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. My chest felt heavy, even though I hadn't witnessed whatever had transpired in my absence.
I attempted to act casual, to stroll in like I hadn't overheard their hushed conversation, but my composure cracked almost immediately.
Zion whipped around the moment I stepped through the door, his face morphing into something that tried to look relaxed. A forced smile stretched across his features.
"Everything alright?" I questioned, stepping closer to him. "Did he mention anything out of the ordinary?" I asked, putting on my best innocent act.
"Everything's fine," he answered. "My parents and I have the situation handled."
