No one spoke. The only sound filling the dining room was the faint clinking of cutlery against porcelain plates.
Vanessa sat quietly beside Leo, helping him cut his food into smaller pieces while David watched their son with a softness I hadn’t seen directed at me in a long time.
I remained standing near the dining table. This was my home. My dining room. My table. Yet somehow, I felt like an outsider.
Kamara picked up her wine glass and took a slow sip, completely at ease. She looked around the room before her eyes finally settled on me.
“Mira.”
I didn’t answer. She smiled. “Come here.” I reluctantly walked closer. She pulled out a chair with one hand.
“Sit.”
“I’d rather stand.”
Her smile faded slightly. “I wasn’t asking.”
For a brief moment, I considered walking away, but David
