A suffocating silence settled over the living room. Jax and Kira exchanged panicked, awkward glances, completely unsure of how to navigate the sudden tragic revelation.
They scrambled to find a respectful way to change the subject, afraid of upsetting the grieving parents.
Marco simply scraped the last bit of ice cream from his bowl and leaned over the coffee table. "There really are not many pictures of Solomon in here," he pointed out bluntly, ignoring the heavy atmosphere entirely. "I cannot even differentiate if this is Jacob or Solomon. Can you show us the pictures that actually have Solomon in them?"
Kira subtly kicked Marco's shin under the table, while Jax shot him a lethal glare, silently begging him to shut his mouth and be mindful. Marco merely shrugged, completely unbothered by their reprimands.
