Twenty Five.
"Where are we going?" I frown at Ben after lunch. The affair with his family had been fine, once we'd both returned back to the table. The food hadn't been too outrageous. Like always, everyone silently waited until I took the first hesitant bite to dig in. Ben had been consistent in silently issuing those orders before every meal. While there was still a lot left that needed to be said and needed to be discussed, the two of us had set it aside to fall into the distraction the Pearce family provided. I'd never sat in on such intimate family dinner, unless it was to mind the children. Even then, those dinners lacked the blissful peace that seemed to hum like at the Pearce's family household. "You'll see." The rest of his family had dispersed to go about the rest of their days. There is st
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