SHE WAS AWARE of everyone’s eyes falling on Michael. Without any words, it was clear that they were expecting him to handle the situation. It seemed like a silent statement was floating in the air – your wife, your responsibility. His demeanor seemed to agree with theirs –my wife, my responsibility. Perhaps, that was how it worked in the family.
Michael laid his fork down on his plate, the connecting utensils of steel and ceramic, creating quite a harsh clang that sliced through the silence in the air.
Zee would have jumped in fright if she wasn’t currently trying to make a point. Hence, even though her heart was pounding at his rising temper, her goal remained paramount before her eyes.
“Get out of my sight.” She said to the maid.
“Maam…”
“Let it go, Zee.” Michael cautioned, his voic
