With a sharp bang, Ray slammed his hands against the table, causing the dishes to rattle. "Stop eating your damn pudding and tell us if we're right or wrong!" His voice was a mix of frustration and fear, his eyes fixed on her, searching for the truth.
Esme paused mid-bite, her spoon lingering in the air. She blinked once, twice, before finally setting it down with deliberate slowness. Her eyes flicked up to meet Ray's, a spark of amusement glimmering behind them. She leaned back slightly, exhaling softly as if she were indulging in their rising panic.
"Well," she began, her voice light and teasing, "what do you think?"
The silence that followed was deafening. The brothers' faces fell into various stages of shock, disbelief, and anger. Ryan's hand dropped to his side, his confusion now replaced with an icy realization. Kai's pale complexion deepened into a sharp frown, his eyes narrowing as the pieces began to fit together.
