Thirty-Eight

Kiara’s POV

I scarfed down my food, barely managing to chew it completely before swallowing and stuffing my mouth with the next morsel. Conversation flowed around me but I ignored it all in favor of stuffing my mouth full with pasta and some heavenly meatballs.

“Kiara come on. You’ll choke on that. You have got to slow down.”

I slurped on the last of the spaghetti strands in my mouth and swallowed most of it before attempting to speak.

“I wasn’t able to catch dinner last night.” I sent my mom a pointed look from across the table where she sat “Somebody held me up last night.”

Mom primly dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

“Yes, it’s not because you went out for a two hour run and missed dinner is it?”

She snarked back in such a haughty tone that I rolled my eyes. Deciding that I was too hungry to push the issue, I refocused my attention on my plate and kept leveling it down.

Everyone was at the dining table, including my dad, Caden’s dad and both our moms. There were even