ERIK
I sighed, thankful for the children in the back seats of the car. Their chatter filled the air, which otherwise would have been laden with a tense, heavy silence between Jackie and me.
"So, what do we want to eat, guys?" I asked, casting a glance at Rhys and Lyra.
"McDonald's!" Rhys exclaimed, while Lyra squealed, "Pizza!"
The two glared at each other - they were seconds away to start a fight.
"Easy," Jackie appeased them. "We can always go to the diner down the road, they have both options there - burgers and pizza. How does that sound?"
"But I wanted the Happy Meal," Rhys complained, kicking his feet.
Had the situation been different, I'd have proposed that we split up; the girls would go for pizza and Rhys and I'd go for McDonald's. But the situation was what it was, a
