C46 What have I done?

We sat together at the dinner table, and though I wore a mask of calmness, my insides churned with turmoil. Every smile, every word they exchanged, felt like a needle pricking my skin.

In the middle of our meal, Mom suddenly broke the silence. “Honey! Try this,” she said cheerfully, offering Ezekiel some salad.

I glanced at him, expecting him to dismiss her. Instead, he smiled