Edward slammed his phone down, his face flushed with anger after Kathy abruptly hung up on him. The tension was palpable in the house. At the dining room table, Skye sat quietly, sipping her tea, ears pricked and listening intently to every word of Edward’s heated conversation.
Moments later, Skye’s fiancé walked into the room, a glass of liquor in hand, his presence adding another layer to the charged atmosphere. He barely had time to settle in before Skye’s mother also entered, her eyes scanning the faces at the table. Skye leaned back in her chair, feigning calmness while her mind raced with thoughts.
Trying to reach Kathy, Skye pulled out her cellphone and quickly typed a message, hoping to smooth things over. But her text didn’t go through. Frustrated, she tried another number, but
