Jason clapped his hands once, like he could reset the whole night. “Okay. Food. Now.”
Mark grabbed plates. Caleb lifted warmers. Eliza handed me water like I’d just run a race.
Sarah hovered, then finally said, “Sit. You sit.”
So I sat. Grant sat beside me, still in uniform, looking like he wasn’t sure he deserved a chair.
I nudged him with my elbow. “Eat, Officer Trouble.”Mark tried to cut the cake neatly and failed.
