Damon was working his butt off from dawn to dusk with a constant frown on his face.
Silas pulled him aside for a chat, and I pretended to be oblivious. Whatever father and son were discussing, it wasn't my place to butt.
When mealtime rolled around, Damon and Silas finally joined us in the dining room. Lisa and Hannah had cooked up a storm, and the food looked mouth-watering
Usually, meals were a cheerful affair. But the atmosphere had turned heavy because of the document. I couldn't help but steal glances at Damon, trying to figure out what was going through his head.
Whenever he caught me looking at him, he'd give me a quick glance, and his frown would deepen.
This made me nervous. Was it something about me?
If so, Damon's reaction suggested that I'd done something to upset him, and he knew about it.
