“Let’s set the table,” I suggested, motioning for them to join me.
They followed, giggling and chatting, their earlier concerns forgotten.
We moved around each other, a familiar dance of passing plates and silverware.
She watched from the corner of her eye, assessing.
But I ignored her, choosing instead to engage with the kids.
To be present.
The tension wasn’t gone, but it was manageable.
For now.
As we settled at the table, I couldn’t shake the feeling of impending confrontation.
But I was ready.
Ready to face whatever the evening held.
For them.
For us.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
