Claimed By The Billionaire Ex
I sighed silently, dropped my head, and closed my eyes.
I could practically feel her satisfaction radiating off her.
She started the prayer, her voice soft, warm, familiar, carrying the rhythm of dozens of meals shared at this same table through the years.
“Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, through Christ, our Lord. Amen.”
“Amen,” I echoed quietly.
We both made the sign of the cross again.
I reached for the fork a second time—carefully this time, like it might explode.
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