C59 Only under his spell

Dinner was silent—too silent. Mom and I sat across from each other, chewing, cutting, and sipping without a word being exchanged. Neither of us even bothered to ask about each other’s day. Wasn’t that strange?

Yes, it was.

But the truth was, I didn’t care anymore. I was fed up with her attitude—her selfishness, her constant “me, me, me” way of thinking