EllaDinner feels… normal.Which is weird.I sit at the table between Mason and Mrs. Cross, listening as she talks about one of her charity events, her voice light and easy like this is just another regular night.“…and if it’s not the fundraiser, then it’s the shelter. I swear I spend more time with abandoned dogs than I do with my own family.”Mason immediately perks up. “Can we get another dog?”“We already have one,” she reminds him.“But I want a baby one.”I smile, glancing down at him. “You’d name it something ridiculous.”“I would not,” he argues, offended. “I’d name it Rex.”“Of course you would.”He grins like that’s the best idea he’s ever had.Across the table, Beckett is quiet.Too quiet.He’s not really eating, just pushing food around his plate like he’s somewhere else entirely.And he’s not looking at me.Which—I notice.Even though I pretend I don’t.“Mom,” he says suddenly, cutting into her story, “if we win tomorrow, can we have people over?”There it is.She gives
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