Jennifer gave David a quick kiss on the cheek. "Let's go, I'm hungry." She rolled over, trying to muster some energy, though it was just a facade. The exhaustion in her heart was something she had to bear alone, especially when facing a formidable enemy.
At the seaside, even with the sunshine, the sea breeze felt like a knife, stinging her face. The barbecue grill and food were already prepared; it was just a simple cookout for them.
Jennifer brushed oil over the chicken legs and placed them on the grill. As the oil dripped onto the charcoal, it sizzled and popped. She felt a deep sense of discomfort; her mother was imprisoned and missing, and here she was, enjoying a barbecue by the sea. It was a cruel irony.
The wind kept blowing her hair into her face, making her uncomfortable. Jennifer decided to clip her hair back, and when she turned around, she found David smiling at her.
