The dining room of the family estate was lit with the soft glow of chandeliers, casting a warm light over the elegantly set table. The aroma of roast chicken hung heavy in the air as Annabelle speared a green bean with her fork, but she could barely taste her food. She was too focused on the scene unfolding before her. James, her brother, sat beside Rachel, the woman who had wrecked his marriage to Lila. Rachel was playing the part of the sorrowful, heartbroken woman, lamenting the loss of her baby with a quivering voice and sad eyes. Her mascara-rimmed eyes welled up dramatically. Annabelle’s mother patted Rachel’s hand sympathetically, while their father sat at the head of the table, his face a mask of thinly veiled irritation.
“I just don’t know if I’ll ever be able to eat properly aga
