RAYLEE POV
About halfway through our silent meal, I heard my mum’s door open again and she slowly walked out into the kitchen/dining area.
She looked at us all sitting at the dining table and slowly made her way over.
“Would it be OK if I joined you?” She asked quietly.
“Of course, mum, help yourself,” I said. She got herself some food and sat at the far end of the table. We ate in uncomfortable silence.
When everyone had finished eating, I started to gather up the dishes. My mum stood, and I thought she was going back to her room, but to my surprise, she also started to gather dishes.
“Do you have a dishwasher, or do we need to wash these by hand?” She asked, not making eye contact with me.
“We have a dishwasher,” I replied, confused. Once we had everything back in the kitche
