The scent of roasted chicken, buttery rolls, and my favorite cranberry saucend warm spices filled the house, mingling with the sound of laughter and the soft murmur of holiday music in the background. Dinner at Lisa’s parents’ house had become something of a routine for Kelvin and me, a comforting tradition during the holiday season. But tonight, Adrian was here again, sitting at the head of the table, and I couldn’t help but feel out of place. Adrian was like a star, radiating an effortless charm that drew everyone in. The rest of us, planets in his orbit, couldn’t help but gravitate toward him.
Lisa’s dad, jovial as ever, sat across from him with a beer in hand, laughing at one of Aaron’s jokes. Lisa’s mother bustled around, bringing out more dishes, while Lisa herself sat to Adrian’s
