Elijah

Plates, forks, spoons, grinding teeth. Those were the sources of every sound on the dining table.

Everyone was busy munching on something, chewing, swallowing, drinking something.

Jessica's face looked really bright for the first time in years. She was happily refilling plates on requests, and Samantha had to glance in my direction with a questioning look at different times.

I knew the question she had in mind, but I also expected her to have the answer too.

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