Chapter 41 Secret Envelope
- The clutter of cutlery on plates was all that echoed. Tension suffocated me to the neck. I sat next to Bueala, my father sitting at the head. To say the past twenty-four hours had been awful was an understatement.
- The only relief was Damon being nowhere to be seen. Storm called three more times during the day and I ignored all of them.
- No one talked. Emily sat to dad’s right, eating away.