Dinner is a lavish affair, with mouthwatering food laid out across the grand table. The MacKays' dining room is nothing short of opulent—long, polished wood, fine china, and crystal glasses gleaming under the soft glow of chandeliers. I sit next to Arlo, feeling more at ease than I ever expected. His family’s warmth and acceptance are a balm to the anxiety that usually simmers just beneath the surface.
As the meal progresses, the conversation flows easily, punctuated by laughter and teasing. For the first time in a long while, I feel relaxed, like I belong here in this world that’s so far removed from everything I’ve known.
Suddenly, the sound of glass being tapped echoes through the room, silencing everyone. All eyes turn to Lana, who’s standing with a soft smile on her face.
“I have a
