Chapter 29 Please Don't Say Anything

• “I'll go grab a snack from the table, Father,” I said in a rush, hurrying to the long table covered with delicacies. Putting a healthy distance from Vince's cold stare. My steps were hurried and unsteady; I was also tripping because it felt like he was looking at me, and it got my insides twitchy and tense.
• I grabbed a pie and stuffed it into my mouth, still not looking in his direction, for fear of our eyes locking.
• It seemed Father was already with him because their low baritones reverberated in the room.