We were having dinner together, but the atmosphere was heavy and tense. Neither Mom nor Ezekiel said much, their silence louder than any words they could have spoken.
I glanced between them, wondering if Mom had said something to Ezekiel earlier when she went into her room. Did they really have an unspoken storm brewing in their minds?
The thought lingered as I took a small bite of my meal, chewing slowly.
I decided it was best to stay quiet for now. Speaking up might stir something unnecessary, and the last thing I wanted was to ruin whatever small advantage I might have gained. The atmosphere felt delicate, as though one wrong move could shatter it entirely.
When we finally finished dinner, we left the restaurant and climbed into the car to head home. Mom sat in the passenger seat ne
