After Jonathan’s unnecessary exhibition of power and control, the tension in the room became almost palpable. The meal, now lukewarm, lay before them, untouched for too long. No one seemed eager to eat, except for Jonathan, who revealed in the moment. His humming and bobbing head was reminiscent of an overexcited agama lizard, desperate to show how much he was enjoying the food. Each exaggerated motion, each nod of approval, felt like another jab at Logan's pride, a mockery of the silent storm brewing inside him.
Sophia sat across from Logan’s parents, her discomfort evident in every stiff movement. She tried to make herself smaller, folding her hands in her lap, her gaze darting to her plate as though it held the answer to all her problems. Now and then, she would glance up, her eyes ina
