"Evening, Mother," Theo greeted as he took his mother's hand and gently pressed his lips against the back of her palm.
Eleanor smiled faintly and nodded. She placed a palm on his cheek and said, "You look so handsome. It's good to see that you're taking care of yourself."
"Well, I've been eating a lot healthier since Angel moved into my facility. She cooks better than any of the nurses there and handles most of the chores around the building too," Theo said. I assumed it was his attempt to ease the tension between me and his mother—or maybe a cue for me to speak. Her face didn't flinch, though. She didn't look happy or proud; her expression remained… flat.
I wasn't sure what to do, but one way or another, I'd have to speak to her if I wanted to remain at this table.
"Good eve
