Chapter Eight
Lisa
31 December 2016
To the independent observer, at first glance it would appear that our get-together was a happy, joyous occasion. Everyone was sitting at the dinner table where I'd cooked the most amazing steak and been congratulated for my cookery skills.
But when you looked closely, you'd see Ezra watching me intensely. You'd see me trying not to look at him at all.
"Ooh, it's so lovely when the son sleeps and I get to enjoy an uninterrupted, actually hot dinner." Bron said, patting her stomach. "That was just simply amazing. Why are you not working in a restaurant?"
"I like where I work," I said simply.
"Well, your talents are wasted, sis," my brother added.
"I for one am pleased Lisa didn't go find a job somewhere else, or we might never have met, and then th
