SOPHIA’S POV
Dinner was ready an hour later.
Mother called everyone to the table just as the front door opened and Marco walked in. He looked exhausted. Then he saw Lance sitting at our dining table and stopped in his tracks.
"Who's this?" Marco asked in confusion.
I explained everything again. I told him about the twisted ankle, the hospital and Lance helping me.
Marco shook Lance's hand, and I recognized the look on my brother's face. He was testing Lance, the way men sometimes do. Marco's expression stayed neutral, but I thought I saw a hint of approval.
We all sat down.
My mother served pot roast with roasted vegetables and homemade rolls. The food smelled incredible.
Everyone began eating. Conversation flowed easily around the table. Klara talked nonstop abou
