Chapter 9 Terms Of Control

• The night had settled in like a heavy blanket, silent and still, yet the Tunde household was far from peaceful.
• In the living room, the air was thick with unspoken words. Mr. Tunde sat in his armchair, his posture rigid, hands clasped tightly together as he stared at the muted television. The glow from the screen reflected in his tired eyes, but his mind wasn’t watching the news.
• Mrs. Tunde entered quietly, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. She studied her husband for a moment before walking over to sit beside him. The silence between them stretched long enough to become uncomfortable.