Emerson sighs, giving me an apologetic smile before turning back to Eric. "Please just eat the food, Eric. It’s not like you’re allergic."
Eric begins, "Even though you’re taking her side…" but Emerson cuts him off with a firm, "Eric, please." Emerson’s gaze on him is layered, suggesting there’s more behind tonight’s dinner than the dishes on the table.
"I’m not eating this," Eric says, voice tight with frustration. "If you didn’t want to have us here for dinner, you shouldn’t have asked me and my wife to come." He gestures towards Rita. "I didn’t bring my heavily pregnant, beautiful wife here to eat food she doesn’t even like."
But as he glances back at Rita, he’s met with the sight of her plate already half-empty, her fork poised with another bite of seafood. The way she’s savouring i
