Chapter - 226
Rick and his father sat at the dinner table, an uncomfortable silence stretching between them, the atmosphere thick with unspoken words and lingering tension. The clink of cutlery against plates was the only sound, a stark contrast to the usual lively chatter that filled their meals.
Rick's father, clearly uneasy, kept his eyes averted, glancing everywhere but at his son. His fingers tapped nervously on the edge of the table, creating a rhythmic beat that only seemed to heighten the tension. He cleared his throat more times than necessary, a futile attempt to dispel the discomfort that hung in the air.
Rick, on the other hand, stared intently at his father, his gaze unyielding and intense, as if trying to bore a hole through him. The tension was palpable, each second of silence amplifying the unresolved questions between them.
