Kelly’s POV
Dinner was meant to have been normal, or at least that was the lie I told myself as I set the table, placing the rice, grilled chicken, and a simple salad I made, nothing fancy on it.
Hope and Dylan over the years had made my place being the “neutral ground” if we all needed to gather at anytime.
It was no pressure, no noise, just a quiet space where we could be ourselves without our respective jobs tugging at our sleeves.
But there was pressure tonight, at I felt it, because it sat in my chest like an invisible hand, squeezing slowly, rhythmically, every time I remembered the email I received yesterday as I left the office.
I heard Dylan’s voice first, as always. “You never lock your door Kelly,” he called out, stepping inside without knocking. “Its not safe and you kn
