AUTHOR’S POV
The atmosphere at the Sullivan breakfast table is heavy, with only the clinking of silverware against plates breaking the tense silence. No one has much of an appetite, pushing food around instead of eating, while Mrs. Sullivan sits stiffly, her eyes distant, as if she is barely present at all before finally exhaling and breaking the silence.
"Has Daniel arrived yet?" she asks, her voice quieter than usual, and Mr. Sullivan nods, setting down his coffee cup.
“He arrived early this morning. He is currently at the station. I’ll meet up with him after breakfast.”
Mrs. Sullivan nods, indicating her understanding. It had been a long, agonizing night, and despite her initial intentions, she didn't go to the hospital.
She tells her husband that while he goes to meet Lucas' fath
