Chapter 17

• ZACH POV.
• I stared straight at my food because the atmosphere was always stifling whenever my parents forced me to eat breakfast with them and the wisest action to take was to avoid their gazes because once I made eye contact, it was like a code for them to start their condemnation and digging.
• Their gaze dug into me and anxiety in the form of stones lodged in my throat making me sweat until I couldn't take it anymore. I looked up at them, meeting their intense stare square on and bracing myself for whatever they were going to throw at me.