Chapter Thirteen
Katy had watched Jasmine over dinner, taking in the low hum of conversation from everyone around the table. Rhonda sat across from her mom on the other end, where her dad was at the head of the table. It was the first time she’d seen her so relaxed, as if she was enjoying herself, considering she, Brad, and Emily had carried on a steady, comfortable back and forth since dinner had been served: ribs, three different salads, scalloped potatoes, and the steamed peas that Trevor loved.
Trevor and Jasmine sat side by side and ate. Trevor focused solely on his plate and eating, and Jasmine, though talking on and off, didn’t seem too concerned that Trevor wasn’t answering. He wasn’t, of course, because food was food to him. She was positive he heard no one when he was eating.
