Rising Tensions
Small talk sputtered out quickly, leaving us to nibble in tense silence. But as expected, the conversation veered back to Alex’s request for a new car.
‘So about the car, Mom,’ Alex started, his voice carrying an edge. I could feel the temperature in the room drop as the previously dormant tension began to rise again.
It was clear the cracks in our family weren’t going to be easily cemented over with polite conversation.