Ryan's P. O. V

Four seats, four motionless people.

A full table did so little to break the lingering silence. If anything, it made things worse.

Ashford looked at me, then Samantha, and finally at Melissa. His mouth twitched slightly, giving her a silent signal.

Melissa opened her mouth, then closed it. She gave Ashford an apologetic look before turning away.

Asford rolled his eyes, huffed out a breath, and cleared his throat before speaking.

“Isn't this supposed to be a feast?” he asked. “Then why are you all looking like you've been forced to attend the funeral ceremony of your worst enemies?"

Silence.

“I assume we're all quiet because...