Seanna POV Dinner began the way all uncomfortable dinners do. With too much food. Too many expectations. And entirely too many people pretending everything was perfectly normal. The table was packed with dishes my mother had clearly been preparing for half the day—roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, rolls, a giant bowl of salad, and three different desserts waiting patiently on the counter. James sat across from me while my parents flanked the ends of the table like silent overseers of the entire event. Autumn sat beside me. Eli across from her. Everyone smiled. Everyone waited. And my mother immediately took control. “Seanna,” she said sharply, “ask James what he would like to drink.” I blinked at her. “He can tell me himself,” I said calmly. “Water is fine,” James said politely.
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