Keira’s POV
When dinner was finally about to begin, my stomach was growling with hunger, and I was sick and tired of the long prayer. Brendon’s dad had been at it for minutes, and I zoned out minutes ago. I peeked open one eye to glance at Natasha, who was sitting opposite me at the table. The guy she spoke with earlier sat beside her, and he seemed older when I got a clear view of him now.
Natasha and older men? That was new.
After the painfully prolonged prayer, I heard a chorus of ‘amen’, and I murmured out one, too, like I had been paying attention.
Noise filled the room again. Children cried anytime their parents attempted to wipe off crumbs from their mouths. Brendon’s baby cousin refused to get off his lap, and another one did not want to get out from underneath the table.
