Salome’s POV“You should just sit with them,” Jeremiah said, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.The words hung over the table, cold and sharp. I froze, my fork halfway to my plate, and looked at Naomi. She and her friend stood there as if they had been slapped. The silence stretched out, becoming heavy and suffocating. Beside me, Aiden shifted in his seat. He raised one eyebrow at me, his eyes full of silent questions. I only had a shrug to give him. There was no way to explain the mess of our history without making the air in the room even thicker.I expected Naomi to turn and walk away. Anyone with a shred of pride would have fled after a comment like that. Instead, she took a shaky breath and pulled out the chair right next to mine. She gestured for her friend to sit beside Aiden. My heart sank. I didn’t want to be in the middle of this. I didn’t want Jeremiah five feet away, watching me like a hawk while I tried to eat my dinner.I placed
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