Kier
"You're late," my dad said the moment I stepped into the dining room, barely a second after spotting me.
I rolled my eyes and glanced at Genesis, who sat in the chair closest to him. She looked at me, then quickly looked away, her eyes dropping to her plate.
I tore my gaze from her and looked toward Donald at the head of the table. Without a word, I moved to the seat opposite her and sat down.
"And you're still here, Father? I thought you'd have left by now."
I smiled at him, but it didn’t reach my eyes. I snuck another glance at my wife, who still refused to look at me. She stared at her food like it was more worthy of her attention than I was. My hand clenched into a fist. It was ridiculous to feel jealous of a plate of food—but I was. I wanted to toss it across the room just t
