Kestrel's POV
I don't know what my father and brothers are up to, but it isn't good. Especially now during dinner, when they're all acting like everything is normal. Like we're a happy family sitting around the dining table together.
My father sits at the head of the table, wearing his navy suit from earlier. My two older brothers, sit on either side of him. Marcus is wearing a gray button-down shirt and black slacks, his dark hair slicked back. Damien is in a white polo and jeans, looking more casual but no less threatening. My mother sits across from me, her cream dress still perfect despite everything that's happened.
The staff has laid out an elaborate meal - roasted chicken with herbs, garlic mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, fresh bread, and some kind of fancy dessert I can't i
