Chapter Thirty-Nine
Jaxon looked around the large farmhouse table that dominated the Capizzis' formal dining room with a sense of foreboding. For twenty-five years, the Boyds and Capizzis had shared Sunday night dinners together, alternating houses weekly. The boisterous, chaotic events remained the highlight of his week, and were the thing he missed most when he was gone. But tonight's family dinner would be one for the books. No doubt about it.
Energy crackled around the table, the sense of unease and tension building with every furtive glance, every overly polite request to pass the salt. Where was the usual chaos, laughter, yelling, interrupting, and talking over each other while dishes were passed simultaneously? The soft clinks of silverware on plates, the squeak of a chair, or the
