Jane’s POV
I spent the whole morning in the kitchen cooking. The turkey was in the oven, the stuffing was done, mashed potatoes were ready, and the kids were running around the house excited about having guests. Charles was in the living room setting up the table and chairs, humming some old song. Everything looked normal. It should have felt normal. But my stomach was tight the entire time.
I kept thinking about Kevin.
By 5 PM everything was ready. I changed into a nice cream sweater that hugged my chest and a dark skirt that stopped just above my knees. I looked at myself in the mirror for a second too long. The sweater showed a little more cleavage than I usually wore for family dinners.
The doorbell rang at 5:30.
Charles went to open it. I heard voices, Dave’s deep laugh and then
