First message
The Harkins sit around the table, the only sound being the clanking of forks on plates. There lied an uncomfortable silence, the elephant in the room lying on Serena Harkins neck and wrists. Nobody dare speak of the bruises painting her skin, but the fury building in your chest was immense. Serena poked at the chicken at her plate, knowing the silence was because of her condition. So.. How is everyone doing? She asked with a smile, attempting to lighten the mood