Jade
Frank, engrossed in his usual routine of flipping through a magazine and occasionally glancing at his phone, seemed oblivious to the tension that hung in the air. Meanwhile, my mother, ever the culinary enthusiast, was bustling about the kitchen, her love for cooking evident in every dish she prepared. She and her love for cooking, god, I was tired of it!
"Jade, I'm glad you're here. Come, take a seat," my mother greeted me with a warm smile, setting a dish on the table and motioning for me to join them. "I was just about to call you."
Without a word, and with every fiber of my being focused on ignoring the piercing gazes of the brothers, I made my way to my seat and settled in, my breath catching uncomfortably as I adjusted my top.
"Today, your uncle lent a hand in the
