Family Meeting
Sedona's POV
I told them on a Sunday.
Sunday felt right because everyone was home on Sundays. My mother made breakfast that took an hour and a half because she cooked the way she did everything, thoroughly, and by the time we were all sitting around the table, everyone was feeling well rested and enjoying the quiet rhythm of the day.
I waited until the food was done and the coffee was poured and everyone was in their chairs.
Then I said: "I need to talk to you all about something."
My mother looked up. My father set down his coffee. Cameron, who had been looking at his phone, put it face down on the table, which was his version of full attention.
"Okay," my father said.
I'd prepared what I was going to say.
"I've been working on something," I said. "For about two
