The sound of cutleries echoed through the dining hall.
Four of them were gathered around a table.
Well, the upper end of the table.
The length of the table could host twenty-four people at one meal. They had to seat clustered at one end to have a semblance of a gathering. Wayne sat at the head of the table, Rojan flanked him on the right side. She and Bernice occupied the chairs on his left.
The chef had cooked up a feast, half of the table was spread heavy with varieties. Her eyes roamed over this bountiful provision and her chest felt heavy, they had more than enough while those over the border, at the outskirts were ravaged with hunger.
"Why have you stopped eating?" Wayne asked as he shoveled a spoonful of seasoned rice into his mouth, his eyes watching her intently.
Candice look
