Charlotte’s POV
The woman quickly turned the recording off, casting the kitchen into complete silence.
Kieran stood there for a long moment, looking around at the group. When his gaze settled on me, I knew, with a sinking feeling, that he hadn’t just heard the altercation; he had heard the recording, too. I wasn’t sure how much of it he had heard, but that didn’t matter right now.
He had heard.
“Go,” he said quietly, looking at me. “We’ll talk later.”
I walked out of the kitchen without a word.
I kept my head down and my pace steady all the way down the hallway and up the staircase, and I didn’t let myself cry until I was behind my closed door with my back pressed against it. Even then, I pressed my fingers to my mouth to keep myself quiet.
I slid down the door
