Chapter 88 His Relationship

Keegan’s Point of View

The dining table was oddly quiet.

Nothing but the sounds of spoons and forks clattering gently against the plates as we ate.

My family.

Just my wife, Thorne, and I.

I cleared my throat, and my wife’s eyes flickered in my direction.

“Are you okay, honey?” she asked.

I nodded,...

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