(Kendall)
After that, everyone slowly started to calm down. It wasn’t quiet-quiet, but it was better. Mom stopped ranting. Dad was still annoyed but he didn’t say anything else. Zoe was back to muttering stuff under her breath, but at least she wasn’t yelling.
Jaxon gave my hand one last squeeze before letting go. He finally picked up his fork and took a few bites of food. I knew he wasn’t really hungry, but I appreciated that he was trying.
I took a deep breath and leaned back in the booth. “So… where to next?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
“What else is around here that’s not boring?” Zoe asked.
“Maybe we can go to that boardwalk place,” I suggested. “You know, the one with the arcades and the food trucks and the weird gift shops.”
Dad looked over at Mom. “That might be goo
