The room was tense, the silence thick as everyone sat in the living room, waiting for what was to come. The air was charged with an unspoken curiosity, the weight of years of mystery hovering over them all.
Mr. Lopez sat across from Diana and Fiona, his face tight with apprehension. Claire sat beside him, her eyes darting nervously between her husband and the two women they had come to confront, while Ruby sat quietly, clearly out of place and confused as she was still clueless of what was going on.
Elena, Phil, and Liam, though silent, exchanged glances, unsure of what to expect. The gravity of the moment was undeniable, and it was clear that whatever story was about to unfold would not be an easy one to hear.
Richard cleared his throat, his eyes resting on Fiona first, then shifting to Diana. He opened his mouth, but the words seemed to fail him at first. His hand reached for Claire's in a silent plea for strength, and she gave it a gentle squeeze.
