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Once the food was gone, I excused myself from the table––unable to stand the awkward, almost resentful silence any longer. Abby gave me a miserable look as I passed by as if she wanted me to save her too, but I didn't see a way to make that happen. Going to the bathroom in pairs wouldn't exactly be appropriate. I'm sure she wished that she had thought of the excuse and bailed before I did.
Leaving her to fend for herself, I made my escape. Rather than go to the bathroom that was just down the hall, I opted to head to one upstairs in order to drag out my absence as long as possible. It wasn't that I hated Emily, like the three Davis siblings all seemed to. Even though they made a feeble attempt to hide their disdain to comply with their mother's request for kindness, their contempt siz
