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Chapter 91
Amber
The only sound resounding in the dining room was that off our forks and spoon hitting against the plates. The talks had died down and we were enjoying the meal. I could feel dad’s gaze on me. After our talk he assured me things would be alright.
“So any last minute gift requests before Christmas,” Mother asks removing a strand of her hair that kept falling on her face. She looks relaxed and cozy as she always did this time of the year. She had put on a comfy red sweater, jeans and sandals. Her hair was in a loose bun too.
“Amber…Matt do you children want anything to add on your presents,” she asks gleefully.
