Josias was once again being questioned about his family. He didn’t respond immediately, instead choosing to focus on a large forkful of lasagna.
To an outsider, it might have looked like he was ashamed or had something to hide. But the truth was simpler and more noble: Josias didn’t want to shatter the festive, warm atmosphere of the lunch with the ghosts of his past.
Pamela, however, was never one to let a sensitive subject drop. Her curiosity was piqued. “So, Josias? Are you going to answer the lady?”
Melissa shot a warning look at her friend. “Let’s take it easy, everyone. He doesn’t have to talk if he doesn’t want to.”
“The story isn’t a happy one,” Josias finally explained, setting his fork down. “I’d rather not spoil the joy of this meal with sad tales.”
“Oh, Josias, I’m so sorr
