R A V E N N A
The next morning, Zane and I were seated at the dining table as the maids served us breakfast.
We barely said a word to each other, and it was very awkward as we chewed, avoiding each other's gazes from the opposite sides of the table.
The tension was still thick in the air, and I felt bad. But, the fact that he couldn't trust me enough to believe me, and that he kept stopping me from finding a solution to save my son, made me feel a lot of mixed emotions.
"Can we talk now, Ravenna? Please. I can't bear to have this silence between us. If I'm going to have breakfast in my own house, the least I deserve is to have a conversation with you. This is ridiculous."
I looked at him, and sighed.
"Ravenna, tell me what's wrong."
"Zane, please. I'm just not ready to talk right no
