Ariana’s POV

Before long, everyone eagerly dug into the food laid out before us. I concentrated on my meal, avoiding eye contact with anyone as I chewed.

“So, how was work today, kids?” Brian inquired while we were eating.

“Work was good, Dad,” Damien answered. I glanced up just in time to catch Brian's gaze, as he seemed to be waiting for my reply.

I knew the man was just trying his best to make me feel welcome here, and I wouldn't blame him, he was a good man.

“It was ...