My mind starts racing. We haven't spoken about his mom new family much, but what I do know is that he hasn't seen his mom for years.
Is that her choice or Feng Teng? If she is sending him an invitation to his sister's wedding, then I'm guessing it must be Feng Teng. With the added clue of a sabotaged invite strewn without thought into the bin, it most certainly is Feng Teng choice.
I study his profile but dare not say a word.
"Here you are," Auntie Ling presents me with my breakfast and then stuffs a duster in the front of her apron.
"I'll leave you two to eat in peace," she says.
"Thank you, Auntie Ling," Feng Teng says with zero gratitude.
I can't even speak. I start picking at the edges bowl of my porridge in awkward silence and after an eternity of quiet, I finally relent and lower myself from my stool.
"Where are you going?" he asks shortly.
"Upstairs," I make my way from the kitchen, leaving my breakfast untouched.
