Ethan
Family dinners have become a dread to me. The clanking of cutleries on the plate as everyone eats in silence except for the little exchange between George and Sarah's dad.
I haven’t said more than five words since I got here. The tension is thick as my mother keeps looking at me from the opposite side of the table but I avoid her gaze.
Sarah’s father wanted a family dinner. I knew I just needed to show up. Sarah would take care of the rest. Speaking of Sarrah, her hands have been all over me since I stepped in.
No sign of sharpness in her voice. It's cool and chatty, and I stare and wonder where the woman who spoke to me yesterday went.
After I met with Dr Ben on Tuesday, I felt somewhat relieved. Telling someone about the past was freeing. He said I didn’t have to accept what t
