*** Family Cracks***

The dining room felt like a courtroom. Everyone sitting in their assigned seats. Everyone pretending this was normal. That families did this every night.

That they were still a family.

Emma set the roast chicken on the table. Perfect golden skin. Herbs that made it smell like home. Food that nobody would taste because tension killed appetites.

"Looks good," Daniel said without looking up from his phone. Always his phone. Always more important than ...