“How dare you humiliate us in front of all these nice people,” Mom spat toward me.
“I didn’t do anything,” I replied. “You are the one who revealed your true colors.”
“I was genuine!” Mom said. “You throw that back in my face!”
“If you were genuine, you would have apologized first,” I said. “You didn’t apologize once this entire conversation!”
“She’s always been ungrateful,” Dad said, speaking loudly, as if addressing the cameras and other restaurant patrons. He had no care for me.
“You gave me a roof over my head, and an occasional meal,” I said. “For that and only for that, I am appreciative.”
In my lap, I clenched my hands into tight fists. Noticing, Logan removed his arm from the back of my chair to place his hand over one of mine.
Taking a breath, I forced myself to relax.
Mom
