~Isabel~
That dining room had always been way too big for just four people.
I sat there pushing the same piece of chicken around my plate like it owed me money.
Across from me William looked like he’d been carved out of ice. He’d changed into a fresh shirt, not a single crease out of place.
Mom was the one who finally broke the quiet. She looked so bright and happy under the lights it almost hurt to watch.
"Mrs. Davis told me a lovely secret earlier," she said, beaming at me. "She said you were a huge help in the kitchen tonight. That was so sweet of you Isabel."
Arthur looked up from his plate with a warm smile. He always looked at me like he was trying his best to be a good dad, and every time he did I felt a fresh wave of guilt over the mess I was tangled up in with his son.
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