Chapter 35: Dinner at the Underwoods
~ Gwen ~
The following evening, the air had turned crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke. Aunt Anne had managed to get off her shift early, and she looked surprisingly refreshed as she led the way to the Underwood residence. It was a short walk—barely enough time for me to settle the nerves fluttering in my stomach.
In her hand, she carried a bottle of expensive wine, its deep crimson hue looking almost like blood behind the dark glass. When we reached the porch, she didn't hesitate, knocking firmly on the heavy oak door.
"Do you think they’re even home?" I asked, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. I was half-hoping they weren't.
"I can smell the ribeye steak from out here," she said, her nose wrinkling slightly. "They’r
