The tense atmosphere at the table made digestion difficult. That was if a person even managed to swallow anything other than the angry glares that were being thrown around.
Danielle Marvick stabbed a baby carrot with her fork and wished the damn vegetable was one of her brothers, Henry, to be specific. It would surely put an end to what was brewing to be one hell of a problem for all of them.
She brought the carrot to her mouth and nibbled on it. She could barely appreciate the taste of the tender vegetable on her tongue. Gosh, she hated these mandatory meals their father insisted on.
Clement Marvick thought he was strengthening family loyalties by forcing all his children to sit at one table for two hours, three times a week. The opposite was true. They pulled further apart the more th
