KARIMA HEART
The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. Mum and Owain hadn’t stopped staring at each other, like some silent conversation I wasn’t invited into. I glanced from Mum to Owain, then back again, but neither of them budged. Their eyes stayed locked.
"Listen here," I cut in, my voice firmer than I intended. "You two are acting strangely. What’s going on, Mum?"
Her eyes flicked at me, her lips curving into a faint smile I knew was forced.
"It’s nothing, sweetheart," she said, clasping her hands tightly on her lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
I let out a short laugh, a bitter one. "You can’t say 'nothing' when there’s clearly something. We just went from smiles to… whatever this is. And you expect me to believe that?"
I turned to Owain, but he
