I didn't look at him. I was afraid I would lose control and lash out right then and there.Swallowing my nausea, I softened my tone and said, "It's nothing. See you tomorrow. Bye, Jon."When I got home, the house was filled with the smell of a freshly cooked meal. "Dad, Mom, I'm back."The moment she heard me, my mom put down her work and came out to greet me. "Oh, Sinead, you're home? Hurry and wash your hands. Your dad made your favorite lobster, and he's been waiting for you to come home."There were fine lines at the corners of her eyes as she smiled. I could feel my nose stinging.From the kitchen, I heard my dad's warm, cheerful voice. "Sinead, come try my lobster! Tell me how it tastes."I walked into the kitchen. Dad was wearing an apron, his face full of gentle affection. In my memories, Dad had always been gentle and never raised his voice at anyone. Mom was a strong-willed woman who had never begged for anything.That was… Until that dinner at the Perry reside
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