Dinner was silent. Joyce did not know if it was because everyone knew that her mother's reports were yet to come or because it was simply in her head.
Maybe it was just in her head, because dinner for her was always a tiring affair. It was always full of tension where she waited for anyone to take her name and started interrogation before getting up and running out of here. The moment her father got up.
Yes, it was definitely in her head.
A small ping from someone's phone just raised the tension in the air, proving that the tension was just not in her head but actually present in the room.
Everyone was waiting for what the results were going to say for her mother.
Right after the message, the ringtone filled the air, making her mother pick up the phone and excuse herself.
The moment she left the dining room, everybody, including her, placed their forks down.
