Paige’s POV
I stared at the invitation on my phone for so long that the screen eventually went dark, and I had to tap it again before I could read the message.
Dinner tomorrow. Six-thirty. Everyone together. No pressure.
No pressure.
Those two words should have made the decision easier, but instead they made everything more complicated because my parents had never been people I could trust with my emotions.
For years, I had wanted them to see me.
I had wanted them to understand that I had been hurt, and I had wanted them to admit that Charlotte had not been the innocent daughter they believed she was.
Now they were finally doing exactly that, and I had no idea whether I was ready to hear it.
Jace sat across from me in the office at Lawson Customs, and he watched quietly while I rea
