Sallie's POV
In the uncomfortable quiet, Zora suddenly perked up like she'd just remembered something. "You still can't get up early, can you? Just rolled out of bed—bet you're starving, right? Come join us for breakfast."
She waved me over with a bright smile, apparently forgetting that everything on the table had been devoured—nothing left but some bread Jill had nibbled and pushed away.
Harvey's face darkened. "Why bother with her? She already gorged herself in the kitchen. Ate like a savage with no class whatsoever."
His glare burned into me. "I made it clear—if you can't act civilized, you don't sit at this table. Are you deaf to everything I tell you?"
Jill jumped in quickly, trying to smooth things over. "Dad, please don't get angry. Sallie might still be hungry. I barely touched anything—I'd love to share my breakfast with her."
She lifted the plate with the abandoned bread, gazing at me with doe eyes. "Sallie, please eat with us."
