When Reese walked into the dining room, the table was already set and the food laid out. Mr. Ratcliff sat at the head, Robbie on his left and Annie on his right, carefully serving food onto their plates.
Down at the other end, Dylon and Rosie sat with Tara. When Reese and the others came in, the three of them traded a quick look. Rosie tried to smile but it came out awkward.
“Reese, so nice to see you.”
“Good evening,” Reese replied, her voice even, almost cool. Still, she remembered what Mr. Ratcliff had said earlier and managed.
“Yeah,” Rosie said, laughing nervously and glancing at Dylon.
Dylon’s jaw tightened like he was about to snap, but then he caught Mr. Ratcliff’s eye and instantly backed down.
“Come sit, Reese.” Mr. Ratcliff’s tone was warm and welcoming.
Jane had picked up on how much Mr. Ratcliff was looking out for Reese after everything that happened, so she didn’t say anything about her being late. Instead, she waved everyone over. “Alright, let’s start dinner.”
“Okay, Mom.” Reese slid into a seat in the middle of the table, right across from Zach. She didn’t look at him, just smiled at Annie, who was beaming back at her, eyes full of excitement.
Robbie’s face darkened for a second before he spoke. “Great-grandpa, can I have some fish?”
“Of course.” Mr. Ratcliff used the serving chopsticks to give Robbie a piece. “Everyone, dig in.”
Reese picked up her fork, but her phone buzzed. The screen lit up—it was a message from Zach.
[What did you mean earlier, that you didn’t want to marry Sebastian?]
She hit the lock button and placed her phone face-down on the table.
Just then, a perfectly peeled shrimp dropped into her bowl. Reese looked up and met Sebastian’s deep gaze. He wiped his hands with a napkin, his tone casual. “Who messaged you?”
“Spam,” Reese said, dropping her gaze as she fished the shrimp out of her bowl.
She never liked seafood; the taste was always too off. Sebastian, after all this time, had never noticed.



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