At the Everett estate, Elder Gilbert, Leah, and Clarissa sat across from one another at the dining table, which was filled with an array of delicious meals. Despite the tempting dishes before them and their spicy, pleasant aroma, the family remained upset over recent events, particularly concerning Hudson's condition.
Clarissa focused on her phone, coiled inwardly in anticipation of a reply. Over the past three weeks, she had reached out to several lawyers, but so far, their responses had not been encouraging.
As she awaited the final lawyer's response, hope and anxiety churned in her stomach. Her thoughts drifted to Selina.
Had Selina eaten breakfast as she had, or was she starving and alone because of their decisions? Lost in thought, Clarissa moved her fork around her plate without taking a bite.
"Clary," Leah called softly, pulling her daughter back from her distraction.
Clarissa jolted at her mother's voice and nearly dropped her phone. "Yes, Mom,"
