Friday 25 December ~*Cody’s POV*~ “Cody, can you please pass the gravy?” “Sure thing, Mum,” I answered, picking up the gravy boat and passing it to her. She was sitting diagonally opposite me at the dining table. Dad was directly opposite me, and Nat was seated to my left. It was Christmas, and the camp had taken the day off to allow all the attendees to spend the day with their families. Much to Dad’s annoyance, Mum had invited Nat to join us for lunch: a lamb roast with all the usual trimmings. We had been sitting at the dining table for about half an hour now and Dad had barely said two words the entire time. His reluctance to have Nat eat with us was quickly verging on pettiness, but Mum and I were trying our best to keep the mood upbeat. I had my doubts that we

