DEVON
I knew this was a fucked up idea, but I couldn't say it out loud in front of Elena when she looked all happy and excited about this weird dinner with my family.
I understood she was only trying to tone down the tensions between them and us, but I knew my family too well to know they would either not show up at all and Elena would need to throw all the food Joanna had prepared for hours, or they would indeed come and blow this whole dinner thing right in Elena's face.
Either way, Elena was the one who was going to get hurt in the end. And as her husband, all I could do was just be there for her and console her.
I sighed, sitting on the couch in the living room as the clock ticked eight in the night. They should have come by now, I thought, glancing at the clock.
Elena's soft hums reached my ears from the kitchen as she checked everything for the last time.
