We got into the car, and the driver started heading toward the restaurant.
I didn’t want to appear rude by pulling out my phone, but the thought of making conversation with Diana after what had just happened made my anger flare again.
I didn’t trust myself not to say something sharp, so I focused my attention out the window instead, letting the quiet hum of the car soothe me.
After a few moments of silence, my mother spoke up. “So, how has Michael been?”
I could practically feel Diana’s face light up at the mention of her younger son.
“He’s wonderful, thank you so much for asking,” Diana said warmly. “You know, he’s really become quite popular recently and has been spending a lot of time in the neighboring packlands. I wouldn’t be surprised if we have another wedding comi
