Even the eggs had an unnatural shine.
“Noah and I sucked every bit of it in,” Mark said. “We’re family, Mom. Right?”
My stomach churned. Imagining myself unknowingly eating this breakfast made me want to put the lid back on.
Diane pushed her chair back.
“How the hell could you do this to me?! I’m your mother!”
“You said being a family makes everything okay. Does that only work when it comes to our food?”
“I tried the spoon,” she added. “You deliberately ruined my entire breakfast.”
“You must respect the food in this house. It’s a condition of staying here.”
Then Diane suddenly burst out:
“Then why did you tell me to rent my apartment?”
I straightened up
“What?” I straightened up and looked at Mark. “What does she mean?”
“Claire, er… let me explain.” He covered the breakfast tray again, suddenly embarrassed. “The apartment was ready two weeks ago. Mom wanted to stay. I told her she could rent it.”
