The family gathered around the dining room table, a tableau of unease despite the shared meal before them. The air was thick with discomfort, particularly with Flynn's unexpected return—a haunting reminder of the chaos he had wrought. An array of dishes sprawled across the table, vibrant and inviting, each one gleaming with the promise of flavor, starkly contrasting the tension that filled the room.
Beaux turned to Carol, her voice a gentle whisper amidst the silence. "Dear, do you mind praying for us?"
I nodded, my heart heavy as I cupped my hands and closed my eyes, trying to summon a moment of peace. "Dear God, thank you for sparing our lives to witness this day. Thank you for the food You have provided, and thank you for giving us strength and unity to remember this day with a hearty meal."
