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Tristan's POV Cris had ordered Pizza, and now she was setting up the table. I was eagerly waiting for Elona to come by. I didn't see her for the entire day. Eric entered the kitchen, and he pulled out a chair as Cris opened the pizza boxes. There was a knock on the door and I knew who that would be. "I will get it," Cris said, and hurried to the front door as I grabbed a plate. "How are you feeling?" I asked Eric as he reached for a plate too. I took a slice of pizza and placed it on my plate. "I can't complain. But grateful to be here," he replied, also placing a slice of Pizza on his plate. "Just let me know if you need anything," I gave him a small smile. "Hey," there was that sweet voice that I had been longing to hear. Elona rounded the table and sat on one end at the table