It was another lunch weekend.
She sat across from Margaret, every time Sophie beamed up at her, every time her mother made some casual comment about how Larry seemed a little off lately.
Lauren felt like a hypocrite.
And Larry, well, Larry was still pretending that everything was fine.
It made her stomach twist with frustration. How could he sit there, laughing, joking, acting like nothing was wrong while she was barely holding it together?
Dinner at Margaret’s house had been a mistake.
She should have made an excuse. She should have stayed home. But she had convinced herself that she could do this, that she could sit through one meal without feeling like she was suffocating.
And also because she wanted him to see how she didn't care about him at all after their last argument.
She
