The silence was stony and dark like a cloud hung above our heads and rained nothing but chills down our spine, no eye contact was made, and no one touched the food on the table or said a word, it was just a blank staring contest with it. I was getting antsy, my chest tightening in pain, I wanted to scream and at the same time, I wanted to hurl out my empty stomach.
My head was spinning and I needed something to ground me so I reached for the bottle, turned in champagne for me in the glass, and chugged it like my life depended on it. It did because no one should face any of this with a clear head.
If Dace thought that bringing this to the table would somehow change a thing? Well, I had no fucking idea what it would change but I knew not anything good, all he did was create a rift between us. A line drawn to no end, the truth might be on the table but left a hole there, an irreversible hole.
