Another enormous room with large, wrought-iron windows awaited me. It had an amazing, two-story ceiling with multiple crystal chandeliers and a balcony framing the edge where the second story was.
I wasn’t sure where to go or what to do, so I followed Atticus’s lead and watched as everyone took what appeared to be assigned seats. They were drawn to them like it was the pattern they always adhered to. Charles on one end, with Gen on the side, Hamilton next to her, Amelia, a man I didn’t know, and an empty seat before Vera at the other head. On our side was Madeline, Elizabeth, Atticus, and myself.
I was just sitting when Vera called out. “Penelope, you’re late.”
“Forgive me, Mother.” A woman with light blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes stepped in. She was wearing an oversized sweater,
