Morning in house Thorne was especially silent, that Sunday. After the Governor's gala, no one was in the mood to chat. Especially Leonard Thorne.
His mood was the worst, that day.
And, for a change, May was the most relaxed. She had slept for six hours straight, and she had refilled with energy during the night. She couldn't remember the last time when she had done so: slept for so long. Maybe it was a belated side effect of the electric shocks, but her insomnia was giving her a break.
Even that family reunion didn't bother her thoughts. She didn't fear what her grandfather would say, even though she still didn't know a thing about what happened during the press conference. And she was enjoying the silence. Contrarily to her uncle, sitting in front of her and on the right of her grandfather, she didn't feel any heavy weight on her shoulder. She couldn't remember such a pleasant family breakfast.
