Chapter 55 Are You Planning To Rub My Knee The Whole Night?

• We were having dinner together, but the atmosphere was heavy and tense. Neither Mom nor Ezekiel said much, their silence louder than any words they could have spoken.
• I glanced between them, wondering if Mom had said something to Ezekiel earlier when she went into her room. Did they really have an unspoken storm brewing in their minds?
• The thought lingered as I took a small bite of my meal, chewing slowly.