The air in the clubhouse was thick with tension. The revelation of Emma’s true identity had set off a storm of emotions and stirred up old secrets that many had hoped would remain buried. As the day wore on, the questions they were asking and the answers they were beginning to piece together only deepened the sense of unease that hung over them like a dark cloud.
Emma could feel the weight of it all pressing down on her—the looks from the older members, the whispered conversations that stopped abruptly whenever she entered a room, the glances exchanged between those who knew more than they were letting on. She was exhausted, her mind spinning with possibilities, her heart heavy with the fear of what they might uncover next.
Jax was by her side the whole time, his protective instincts on
