When the Family Snoops, and the Phone Beeps

At the dining table, plates were mostly empty, but the conversation was far from over. The Ramsy family gathered around and was still deep in discussion about Micah.

"When should we go there?"

Willow asked, swirling a glass of fine wine elegantly in her hands. Her tone was half anxious half relaxed.

Aria nibbled on a chicken wing, a half-smirk playing on her lips.

"What? Are we all planning to go? Like, as a full convoy? Wouldn't that be a bit... I don't know...overwhelming? Or worse suspicious?"

"You could stay at home."

Willow shot back.

"No way! And miss the drama?!"

Aria shook her head.

"Do we bring Micah along?"

Elina asked, dismissing her daughter's banter, her fingers absentmindedly tapping against her glass, a wrinkle firming on her forehead.

"Wouldn't it be off to go without him?"

Jacob leaned back in his chair, relaxed.