-Amber-
My uncle sat across from me, a large table between us. I was relieved it was so long. I wasn’t sure I could stay calm if he were any closer.
“No knife?” I joked. I glanced at my plate and noticed there was only a fork on my left side. I looked at my uncle, and he smiled, chuckling lightly.
“Just being cautious. Wouldn’t want you to slit your own throat.”
I nodded and reached for my glass, only to realize something. “And plastic,” I said.
“Well, we both remember what happened last time, don’t we?”
I didn’t reply. Taking a sip of water, I forced myself not to drink it all, even though my throat felt dry. I prayed my uncle wouldn’t notice my rapid heartbeat or the sweat on my skin.
“Well, tonight I’m not here to threaten myself,” I said, moving around a little in my seat.
“You
