Just as she finished setting the table with Aunt Grace, Travis entered the dining area. Catherine bit her lower lip, noting the grim expression on his face. It was clear he felt forced to join them. Aunt Grace had instructed Lily to call him the moment the two women finished cooking.
“I thought you weren’t coming down yet, Travis,” Aunt Grace remarked as he entered.
Travis didn’t offer a response. Catherine kept her head down, busying herself with the table arrangements to avoid his gaze.
“Take a seat, Travis, Catherine,” Aunt Grace said a moment later. As Catherine reached for her chair, Aunt Grace interjected, “Travis, be a gentleman and pull out the chair for your wife.”
Without a word, Travis complied, his expression stoic.
“T-thanks,” Catherine whispered, unsure if he even heard
