HARPER
It was Thanksgiving.
And to the Fletchers, it was a tradition for them to gather together as a family. It was the same in Wilson's household, too, except that I was never part of the celebration. Even as I grew, they excluded me from it, and most of the time I was out with Owen.
So, I never had a proper Thanksgiving before.
Now we were in Dominic's family's house. Of course, he didn't want to be here, but he had no choice. No, he didn't have a choice. I was the one who insisted we come since he declined the invitation.
I saw no reason to do so because that'd give them a pretext to push a false narrative about us. I was sure they'd been wanting to do so for a while now, but had nothing to say.
"It's so good to be here again." A familiar voice chirped, before the door's handle twisted and the living room door opened.
"Camilla," I murmured.
"This place smells so delicious–" she trailed off, her eyes narrowed as they landed on mine.
