“I'll go grab a snack from the table, Father,” I said in a rush, hurrying to the long table covered with delicacies. Putting a healthy distance from Vince's cold stare. My steps were hurried and unsteady; I was also tripping because it felt like he was looking at me, and it got my insides twitchy and tense.

I grabbed a pie and stuffed it into my mouth, still not looking in his direction, for fear of our eyes locking.

It seemed Father was already with him because their low baritones ...