"Dad?" Alex asked while sitting at the table, the teenage boy looked at his plate of mashed potatoes and steak. The steak looked alive it was so raw. He missed Martha.

"Yes, son?" George asked, poking at his food. The large house never used to seem so empty. It never looked so big before his wife passed away last year. It used to be so full of life and colors. It was...dull now...

"Can we order takeout? I...I uh..." He looked around tried to make am exuse for not wanting to eat the dry potatoes. He poked at the food boredly.

"It tastes like crap, I know." He sighed "I'm getting to a point where I'm gonna hire a chef." George chuckled softly, pushing his plate away. "Indian?" He asked, pulling his phone out for UberEats.

Alexander sighed in relief, throwing the food down to the small pupper at his feet. He ran his fingers through his hair