Alexander’s POV

The seat across from mine is empty. The private dining suite is quiet, except for cutlery hitting plates and the expected awkwardness as we gather for brunch.

As the first son of a reputable, highly respected elder of a church, my new tattoo has my parents questioning where my head is. It’s right where it should be.

My siblings were a little surprised when they saw it, but that was all. They concluded that I was too in love with my wife. However, after Sunday service ...