Chapter One Hundred and Thirty: Drowning in Family Drama

Richard An intense silence hovered in the air after Father left. The tension was thick in the room. He hadn't even touched his food, yet he had ruined everyone's appetite along with his. He never missed out on spoiling the mood. There was never a thing to look forward to eating at home. Home ought to be a place of comfort and solace, where one could relax after the stress of the day's work. Home to me was nothing of that sort. I had to deal with Grandpa's incisive remarks, Cara's nagging, and several consequent sleepless nights. It was a surprise that Cara had taken my back tonight. She never wanted to call attention to herself whenever I had to endure Father's bullying. My ears perked when someone's cutlery crashed against their plate. I raised my gaze toward Landon. "I'm sorry. Excuse me, please." His voice was low. He wasn't used to be the subject of attention at the hellish dining table. "Good night. Mom, Dad." "You haven't eaten a thing, Landon," Cara said, her voice