After the whirlwind of truths and the emotional tidal wave that had swept through the dining table like a storm, the silence that lingered was almost unbearable.
Tension still clung to the corners of the room, refusing to leave entirely despite the softened expressions now resting on most faces.
And then, like the first gentle breeze after a storm, Jessica spoke.
Her voice was soft, yet it rang clearly. "Can we toast to this new beginning?"
She raised her glass—not just in celebration, but in hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, something good could finally grow from all this chaos.
For a moment, no one moved.
Then Elliot Raven was the first to lift his glass, followed by Davis. One by one, each person followed, glasses held high, as they toasted to their heart felt wishes.
"To new beginnings," Jessica said again, firmer this time, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "To family," Bella whispered beside her. "To peace," Elliot added with a heavy nod.
