“Well,” he said casually while cutting into his steak, “I think we all know why they left him there.”
For a second, I genuinely stopped breathing.
My mother giggled into her wineglass.
I stared at them in disbelief.
“Are you serious right now?”
Dad shrugged immediately.
“Oh relax, Jennifer. Jordan knows we’re joking.”
Then he looked directly at my husband.
“Right, little man?”
I almost flipped the table that night.