Dinner was a tense affair, the food tasteless in our mouths. Mom and Dad's eyes carried a quiet blame, fixed on me. I knew they were upset—thought I was being petty, making Chloe so uncomfortable she could barely eat.
Dad shot Mom a look. She nodded, picking up a dish and dropping it into my bowl. "Sophia, try this."
I didn't touch it. "Mom, I'm allergic to peanuts."
Her face flushed, and she scrambled to recover. "Then have some of this fish. It's good for you."
I stayed still. "Mom, you know I can't handle spicy. Forgot already?"
She set the tongs down, and the table fell silent again. Dad finally snapped, slamming his spoon down with a heavy sigh. "Sophia, you're going too far. Your mom's trying to show she cares, and you're embarrassing her like this?"
I shook my head. "I'm just
