“Mom,” Rowan whispered, tugging my sleeve.

“Is our food coming soon?”

Chapter 3 — Skipped

I flagged down a waiter.

“Excuse me — I think our order got missed.”

He lowered his eyes.

“I was told the fixed menu was for the head table only, ma’am.

Your father said your table wasn’t included.”

I walked over to the head table and asked, quietly, why my son had no dinner.

“Don’t make a scene, Danae,” my father said.