Chapter 67 Uncle Rax's Plan

• Daisy’s P.O.V.
• Only the clutter of plates was heard, eyes running from one person to another, words bit back. My heart was squeezed to the point that I couldn’t eat and breathe at the same time. My eyes moved to my mother who stole painful glances at my father who had his head bowed while slowly eating the food on his plate.
• Soon we were all done. I helped my mother clear the table and we washed the dishes while my little brother packed the plates away. I could smell the smoke of my father’s cigar. He only smoked when he was stressed. With the dishes done, I turned to my mother who had opened her arms for us. My brother and I snuggled in her hug, finding comfort in her warmth. She kissed the top of our heads.