Sunday dinner had become something I looked forward to and after the weeks we had survived, I needed the warmth of familiar faces more than I wanted to admit.
I woke late, showered, brushed my teeth, and pulled my hair into a loose ponytail before heading downstairs. The smell of food was already drifting through the building, and I could hear children laughing outside.
When I stepped through the back door, I found Emma and the other wives preparing food beneath the covered patio.
"You're late." Emma called and I smiled.
"I'm five minutes late." I said.
"That's late enough." She said and I laughed and grabbed an apron.
"What needs doing?" I asked.
"Vegetables." She said.
"Give them to me." I said.
I moved toward the kitchen counter and started chopping while the others prepared sa
