Chapter 5: The Dinner Table
That evening, the small Carter kitchen smelled of fresh soup and toasted bread. The intense encounter on the street seemed like a distant memory, replaced by the quiet routine of home. Liam sat at the table, absentmindedly tracing the pattern on his placemat. ""Dad?"" Liam asked quietly, looking across at Marcus. ""Why was that man following us? Is it because of what you used to do?"" Marcus put down his spoon and looked at his son thoughtfully. He knew Liam was growing up, and honesty was the only way to build true trust between them.
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