Dahlia's POV
Soren's grip on my hand was fierce, almost desperate, as though he feared I might bolt from the room at any second.
The tension in the living room was suffocating. Every breath felt labored in the thick atmosphere. The aroma of dinner drifted from the kitchen, providing the only relief from my frayed nerves.
Everyone sat frozen, watching the elderly couple's heated exchange. No one dared speak while Danna unleashed her fury and Barnes struggled to calm her with measured patience.
I found myself making small talk with Betty during the uncomfortable silence.
"Don't let Danna intimidate you, Dahlia. She's got a sharp tongue, but her heart's in the right place," Betty whispered, offering me reassurance.
I managed a grateful smile and nodded. Intimidated? Hardly. She was just an angry old woman throwing a tantrum.
Truth be told, I could see exactly why Danna was livid.
