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Building Bridges
Thomas waited for us near the entrance. He didn’t even seem surprised to see me holding hands with Victor anymore. I guess he decided to accept that whatever I was doing was working and leave it at that. He smiled and gestured for us to lead the way into the dining room. The table was already filled with food.
"While the garden is beautiful, I’d suggest being mindful of the time you spend out there. Especially when it’s close to mealtimes. After all, we don't want poor Philip shouting to an empty house," he chuckled.
I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. My bad.”
Thomas waved off the apology and motioned for us to sit. Dinner between them was just as silent as the other meals, but the heaviness in the air had almost completely disappeared. Now, it was more like they didn’t have anything to say,
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