Lila’s P.O.V.
As the family settled around the dining room table, I took a seat between Skye and Gran, whose eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth like usual. I had always adored Gran’s humor and wit, but today, something about her felt even more open, like she was especially happy to have me sitting by her side.
The food was spread out beautifully across the table, with Adam handling the last of the grill items while Jenna brought out a fresh pitcher of lemonade. Conversation flowed as everyone filled their plates, the warm sound of laughter threading through the air as they dug into the feast that looked so delicious it honestly made me wonder what Christmas and Thanksgiving would look like around here.
After a moment, Gran leaned close to me, nudging me gently with her elbow.
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