~Claire
The atmosphere at dinner was totally suffocating. It was nothing near what it used to be back at home. Even when mum and dad had their fights, our meals together were always magical — in my term at least.
But this? It felt as though it was the start of some sort of horror movie or something.
Rowan sat at the head of the table, his jaw tight and his eyes dark with frustration. He looked like he had alot to say to his son but didn't want to scare me off. Mum sat nonchalantly in her seat beside him, sharing her attention between her phone and her meal.
I was right when I thought she didn't love him but rather his money. It was always about the money.
And here I was thinking I'd known who my mum was — caring, jovial, supportive, hardworking. Turns out it'd only been the versio
