Chapter 87 Dinner
- Eryn POV
- TW: SA and Child loss
- I fidget uncomfortably in my seat. The tension in the air is thick and the smell of the food on the table is making me nauseous. I do my best to choke back the vomit that keeps rising in my throat. This night is going to be hard for Atticus, and he needs me by his side, not heaving in the bathroom.