The silence in the room was so thick it felt like you could cut through it with a knife. All eyes were locked onto Nathaniel, who stood there with an air of unyielding authority. My mother, usually so quick with her biting remarks, was at a loss for words. My aunt, who had always been the queen of snide comments, looked as if she’d been turned to stone.
Brandon finally found his voice, though it was much softer than usual. “Hannah, you’re married?”
I nodded, my voice finally returning. “Yes, I am.”
