Even though the dining table had twelve seats, there were only eight people around it which was enough to just make the room feel full to dilute the tension that had been building since Vera and Marco presented themselves. Marco's father, Ezekiel, sat at the head of the table in his wheelchair, his hands were folded in his lap while he stared, almost lifeless, at his son and Vera.The eldest at the table was Ezekiel's older brother, Goran. His attention was on Vera instead and he could barely contain his anger. "You are going to start a war, Vera. Are you dumb?" Goran finally spoke, unable to hide his annoyance any longer. The table went quieter than before as everyone suddenly hung onto their forks and spoons in the air. Vera paused for some seconds, letting the words sink right in before smiling stiffly. She put the meal in her mouth and looked at Goran. "Isn't it too much to just call me 'dumb?' We haven't seen each other in months now." "And whose fault is that? If
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