#Chapter168
---How could I have ever forgotten how these people made me feel when I had made the decision to go away? How did I not miss the warmth my mother emanated or the safety my father projected or the pretense hatred my brother had for me? How could I have thought, even for a second, that I didn't have a home, because I felt a home right now, with my family, sitting with me, having dinner after so many months.
/"So, I see you all have met Ethan./" I said hesitantly, crossing my fingers under the table. I didn't want anyone on the table to blow up.
/"Yes, we have. The boy introduced himself while you were busy spending your time in your little dreamland./" My father teased and I gaped at him. He was fine with a boy I had brought home? My father was okay with Ethan sitting at the dinner table?