Meghan
Aunt Teresa sits across from me, her lips pressed tightly together, as if sealing a dam threatening to break. The weight of her silence presses down on me, the unspoken truths hanging between us like a thick, suffocating fog. My chest tightens, each passing second feeling like an eternity.
I lean forward, my fingers curling into fists against the cool surface of the table, the tension in my body wound tight, ready to snap. My glare locks onto her, unyielding. She shifts slightly in her seat, the movement barely perceptible, but I catch it. She’s uncomfortable—good.
“You just said it’s a deal. A deal, Aunt Teresa,” I say, my voice low but sharp, slicing through the thick air between us. The venom in my tone is enough to make her flinch.
Her eyes flicker toward me but refuse to st
