John Price - stepfather

Dinner was quiet, save for the soft sounds of your mother feeding the baby. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of roasting chicken and freshly baked bread. Your mother, sitting at the table with the baby in her arms, looked tired but happy. Captain John Price, your stepfather, sat at the head of the table, his usual stern demeanor softened by the homely atmosphere.

You sat across from them, picking at your food, feeling disconnected from everything. It was hard adjusting to the new baby and the changes in the family.