Synopsis

The Christmas Eve luncheon was thick with unspoken tension. Dorothy and Sean navigated the festive atmosphere with practiced ease, a brittle normalcy masking a deeper unease. Each polite exchange felt like a carefully constructed facade, a fragile shield against the storm brewing beneath the surface. They smiled, they made small talk, but their eyes held a shared awareness of the precariousness of their situation, a silent acknowledgment of the weight they both carried in anticipation of Jericho