✿MOANA✿
Sunday evening dinner was supposed to be a pleasant family affair.
The dining room felt warm, the table set with care, and my mom had cooked a proper meal…roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, vegetables, and the works. My mum had been talking about wanting to have more family dinners, about building traditions now that we were all under one roof.
But the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Dylan sat on one side of the table, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on his plate. He hadn't said a word since sitting down except for a clipped "thanks" when my mom served him.
I sat across from him, equally silent, equally tense. I pushed food around my plate without eating much, my gaze carefully avoiding his side of the table entirely.
Richard and my mom exchanged glances througho
