Lyse's intuition, honed by years of navigating a complex family dynamics, screamed at her. The air crackled with an unspoken tension between Bella and Ken, a palpable unease that hung heavy in the room. She had noticed the furtive glances, the hushed whispers, the way they seemed to hold back, their words carefully measured. Enough was enough.
"Alright," she declared, her voice sharp and decisive, "I want to know what's going on. Now."
Bella and Ken exchanged a nervous glance, a silent communication that spoke volumes. They knew they could not keep her in the dark any longer. The truth, however unsettling, had to be revealed.
"Lyse," Ken began, his voice low and serious, "please, sit down. This is going to be… complicated."
