Joyce walked in to see Rona joyfully eating and enjoying the array of dishes on the table, not looking remorseful at all. She noticed another presence and looked up. Her face lightened up with a smile the moment she saw her mother.
"Are they gone? Come and eat." Her eyes met Joyce's and she immediately froze. The look in Joyce's eyes were ones she had never seen before. The love and indulgence with which she always looked at her was nowhere to be found, and in its place was bone chilling coldness. Worse, she saw disappointment and an emotion she couldn't decipher.
"So you're still in the mood to eat?" Joyce asked in a glacial voice.
"What's wrong, mom?" Rona whispered in a small voice.
"Rona Meyer, if Anthony doesn't return safely, consider me dead because you won't have a mother from then on." She said coldly, making Rona's eyes widen in shock.
"Mom, why will you make such a joke?" She whispered, quickly rushing to her feet.
