The Rift at the Dinner Table

One by one, members of the Scott family and their spouses entered the grand dining hall, where a long, elegantly decorated table stretched before them. The warm glow of the chandelier reflected off the polished silverware, and the aroma of roasted meat, fresh bread, and winter spices filled the air.

Aurora, clad in a cozy yet elegant cashmere dress, walked beside Xander as they made their way to their seats. His hand rested on the small of her back, a silent gesture of warmth and protection.

As everyone settled into their respective places, Old Mr. Scott cleared his throat, commanding instant attention. "Let's pray."

The room fell silent as he led the brief prayer, his deep voice resonating through the dining hall. After the final amen, he gestured toward the spread before them. "Eat."

The clinking of cutlery against plates followed as everyone began their meal.