Chapter 87. Dinner

Warning: This chapter contains themes of sexual abuse and child loss, which may be distressing or triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

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Eryn’s POV

I fidget uncomfortably in my seat. The tension in the air is thick and the smell of the food on the table is making me nauseous. I do my best to choke back the vomit that keeps rising in my throat. This night is going to be hard for Atticus, and he needs me by his side, not heaving in the bathroom.

The only sound in the dining room is forks clinking against the plates. No one dares to speak to one another. I push my food around on my plate, unable to take a bite.

“You are looking a little green, Luna,” Atticus’s brother, Theo, muses. “Are you unwell?”

A growl rumbles in Atticus’s chest. He is ready to jump to my defense, but I place my hand on his knee, stopping his rage. I look at Theo and plaster a fake smile on my face. “I am feeling well, but thank you for your