Aiden.
Positioned at the table, the sound of spoons against bowls is the only sound I can hear. I really don’t want to be here.
I’m not alone. I can sense Emily’s discomfort; it’s coming off her in waves as she sits beside me. With my hand on her thigh, I give a gentle squeeze, and she looks up at me with a smile.
Having her by my side brings a sense of comfort, making this a little easier to bear. It’s strange how she can have this effect on me, despite my growing irritation towards Emmet’s lingering glances at her.
“When are you getting married?” my little sister asks, her voice filled with curiosity as we finish our soup.
Emily was in the middle of taking a sip of her wine, and I could hear the loud gulping sound as she struggled to swallow it.
As she coughs, I softly stroke her b
