We ended up in the least destroyed part of the packhouse - the dining hall. One glance at my brother's told me they were equally as pissed off as I was. Kit sat at one of the long tables opposite my parent's. I sat beside him, reaching for his hand under the table. Everyone sat around us, and for a moment, nobody said anything. For a second, I was lost in the memory of the last time I was in this room. It had been a night full of chaos and tension. It was amazing how much everything had changed in such a short time.
Kit broke the silence. "Have you thought anymore about what we talked about?"
He was looking at my Dad, who sighed heavily.
"I have. And I've come to a decision." We all waited while he collected himself. Mom squeezed his shoulder. "I don't think I could ever take over as Al
