I looked up at him sharply, not expecting him to come out with something like that. “What do you mean?” I asked him. He had a smug look on his face and was watching my reactions closely. “She’s here?”
He took a mouthful of food, chewing it slowly as if I hadn’t just asked him a question. He had all the power here and he knew it. Withholding information was just another form of displaying the amount of control he had over me.
“I don’t want to see her.” I said quickly, not giving him a chance to answer me.
“I wasn’t asking whether you wanted to.” He said coldly, staring me down until I looked away. “I was telling you what we are going to do.”
I looked at him sullenly. I didn’t want to see my mother, she had left me as a small child with an angry and aggressive man, not even giving me a r
