I went downstairs with Grace and saw Anna and Dad already eating at the dining table, so we just took the empty seats beside them.
My eyes automatically drifted toward the stairs before I could stop myself.
I wondered if Alec was coming down. Or if he had already eaten upstairs. He made the food after all.
I sighed, reminding myself that it’s none of my business and I don’t care what he does.
I served myself a little chicken soup since my appetite had practically disappeared these past few days.
The heavy thud of footsteps made me turn back to see Alec, coming down. He was fully dressed, wearing blue jorts, a matching blue jacket, and a black-and-white graphic tee underneath. It was the first time I saw him in another outfit that is not black and leather jackets.
“Are you not eating?
