Betty’s POV

The Christmas dinner ended on a surprisingly polite note, which honestly felt like a miracle considering who was seated at that table.

No one raised their voice. No one flipped a plate. No one accused the other of attempted murder, which, given the quiet hostility between the elders sitting across that table, deserved a round of applause.

Gifts were exchanged like we were one big, slightly dysfunctional family trying very hard to pretend we liked each other.

Mum handed Melina a ...