"Well, Red," he said, walking around to sit at the head of the table. "You surely have all my attention now."
We were the only ones in the room and my heart slammed against my ribcage when he gestured at me to help myself to my banquet.
Fashioning a modicum of confidence out of thin air, I walked over to the table and took my sit beside him.
"This is different," he prompted, cutting up a slap of roast pork doused in sauce.
I looked at him quizzically.
"It's the first time in years that I'm sharing a meal with someone."
My face fell at this. Every time I remember how twisted his family was and how long he had been without one, a lump the size of a rock lodged itself in my throat. I almost didn't blame him for finding comfort in Ophelia's arms anymore.
"I didn't expect you to s
