Nathan Fletcher's expression was tense, his tone stiff, but he still tried to soften his words. "Sister, I couldn't interfere much with Mom and Dad's decision back then. A child should be obedient, after all. I didn't speak up for you. You don't blame me for that, do you?"
Holly Wyatt's lips tightened into a thin line. Her gaze swept over the Fletchers' anxious and forced expressions before she lowered her eyes to the fur on the floor. The ache from two years ago pricked at her heart once more.
"That's enough!" Silas Thornton couldn't stand the sight of the Fletchers a moment longer. He snapped, his brows knitting together tightly.
'All they do is yap, like a bunch of crowing roosters! Squawk, squawk, squawk! It's so annoying! Even if my cub isn't bothered, I am! I hate this! Let's go home!!'
The moment Silas Thornton spoke, the Fletchers fell silent. The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees.
They exchanged uneasy glances.
