Sade POV
As Sade stepped back inside the house, the atmosphere remained thick with tension. Kent arrived a little while later, and though no one spoke at first, the weight of what had just happened with Marco lingered in the air. Everyone sat in a quiet daze, unsure how to shake off the awkwardness.
Taylor, Sade’s father, glanced around the room, sensing the unease. He cleared his throat and smirked.
"Alright, alright," he said, rubbing his hands together. "So, a turkey and a ham walk into a bar—"
Groans and laughter broke out at the table before he could even finish.
"Dad, no," Madison said, shaking her head with a grin.
"Yes, Madison, yes," Taylor replied. "They walk into a bar, and the bartender says, ‘What’s this, a Thanksgiving special?’”
Even Sade cracked a smile, rolling her
