“W as it something I said?” my mom said, pressing her hand to her chest as her eyes widened in faux shock.

“Kenna, wait!” I called out, ignoring my mother as my father’s hand landed on my shoulder. “I think I’ll join the others in the dining room,” Mom said as her attention drifted to Mitch.

Aiden’s eyes popped as he let out a sharp chuckle, which my mother swiftly silenced with a single glare. Aiden hung his head like a pup and tagged along behind his grandfather as they moved to the dining room.

In the pit of my stomach, I felt a rattle of a cord. It’s as...