Cammy slid into the seat beside Eve just as Cassey moved to a smaller table, joining Dylan and his nanny near the corner where Mrs. Moore had laid out treats and little party favors for the kids.
The shift in seating left Greg directly across from Cammy, the space between them suddenly feeling suffocating despite the crowded restaurant.
Richard settled in beside Greg, while Ric sat protectively close to Cammy's side, their arms occasionally brushing as they adjusted themselves at the long table.
Eve and Harry exchanged subtle, loaded glances, their eyes darting between Cammy and Greg—the tension at the table so thick it was nearly tangible.
Cammy stared at her untouched ceramic charger, feeling Greg's silent presence burning into her skin, though neither of them dared meet the other's eyes.
The silence dragged—heavy, brittle, unbearable—until Richard, in his typical straightforwardness, shattered it.
