My mother came that evening as well. And this time, she didn't suggest any revealing dress. She barely said any words to me, but just held my shoulder when she was done and smiled.
“Come on,” she said as she hooked her arm with mine and led me to the dining room. There were so many questions I wanted to ask her. Like, why do Domian and Elias hate her? Knowing my mother, I know the fault is surely on her. She definitely did something. But I didn't ask because that would mean involving myself in whatever was going on.
We got to the dining room, and both of us paused at the same time, my mother’s arm going limp in mine.
The dining room was filled. All three of them were here, all dressed up in black suits, their hair perfectly styled.
Elias had a look in his eyes as he stared at me, a
