LAUREN'S POV

“Amen.”

I said as I ended the prayer, my voice steady even though my mind was still running through everything that had happened today. We all reached for our utensils at the same time, the clinking sound filling the quiet dining room as we began eating slowly. The chef had gone all out — salmon, turkey, roasted vegetables, mashed potatoes, everything laid out like some kind of holiday feast instead of a simple dinner.

Aria was struggling with her turkey again, poking at ...