JAYCE BECKETT For over a decade I'd been coming here, eating with Cole's fathers on the same table, this would be the first time I'd feel awkward around them – and I'd apparently lost all sense of how to even hold a goddamn fork."Be careful, kid, that thing is going to cut your hand." Paul, Cole's dad, said, his eyes tracking my trembling hand."Yes, sir," I said, reaching for the fork for the third time, but it slipped from my trembling fingers again. "I'm sorry, sir," I said quickly, biting down on my lip as I glanced down to see the cutlery had rolled under the dining table."What now?" Judd, Cole's father, snapped, and I scrambled to retrieve the fork from the floor, freezing when our eyes met and he gave me a hard stare. "You don't have a problem handling a gun, but a fork's too much for you to hold?" He scoffed, staring unbelievably at me.I should have prepared myself for this conversation before coming here. I should have known lunch with Cole's fathers wouldn't go quietly
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