THE SOUND OF KNIVES and forks scraping against plates was driving Soren mad. Each clink echoed around the room, making the tension all the more glaring. He shifted in his chair, unable to get comfortable, and poked at his bacon with the tip of his knife. He chased it backwards and forwards across the plate, enjoying the high-pitched squeal as it scraped across the porcelain. Eventually, a stern glare from his mother forced him to stop.
THE SOUND OF KNIVESThe Nitaya family sat for breakfast around the large table in the kitchen. It was the first meal they"d had together for three weeks and the first time Soren had seen his father in two. Kham might as well have been absent this time too as he sat in silence, staring into his untouched breakfast. He had barely made eye contact as they cooke
