Abby:
We walked into the pack dining room holding hands. Large enough to accommodate 300, it was full this evening. The pleasant buzz of voices remained constant as we walked in. People greeted us as we encountered them, but there was no staring or whispering or gawking. I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t that everyone would be so normal and friendly.
We went through the buffet line just like everyone else. After we had filled our plates, I followed Nick over to a table where Allie, Wyatt, Nolan, and a few others I recognized, were sitting. Jokes and laughter flowed throughout the meal. It was so comfortable to be around people who had clearly been a part of each other's lives for a long time and cared for each other.
“So, you sure you want to be one of us?” Wyatt asked in a
