JAKE'S POV

I sighed as I stepped inside after a long day at work. It was the dinner which I had initially forgotten about until Claire decided to bump into my life, reminding me about it.

I stepped into the dining room, the familiar scent and the reality hitting me immediately. It was the first family dinner I was attending since Mom died, and the atmosphere felt… off.

Claire was already seated, her manicured fingers tapping impatiently on the tablecloth. Dad sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable, his tie slightly loosened. The only sound heard was the sound of cutleries then the silence between us thick...