Michael's POV
My fingers almost closed around Allyson's hand, but the weight of dozens of staring eyes held me back. Too many people were already watching our little drama unfold.
I managed a curt nod and released her.
"Catch you both later," she murmured, offering a small wave before disappearing into the crowd with Thor and Rebeca.
And there I stood, trapped between Reagan and Snow like some twisted family portrait.
What a complete clusterfuck.
This birthday celebration was the last place I'd expected a family reconciliation, yet here we were, playing out our dysfunction for everyone to witness.
Snow edged closer, her smile strained and artificial.
"Michael, I regret that our first meeting in years has to be like this," she said, her voice wavering. "I hoped it might have been under better circumstances."
A harsh laugh escaped me.
