It felt like something inside me was crumbling.
My mother, Zoey, noticed my change in demeanor and asked, "Is everything alright?"
I mustered a strained smile, "Let's not wait for him. Let's eat."
Zoey said, "Do we not need to wait?"
"No, there's no need for further waiting," I replied calmly, and took the lead in eating.
The dishes had long been served and reheated multiple times due to waiting for him.
The flavors now lacked their initial appeal.
Zoey noticed something was wrong but didn't ask any more questions.
My father, Nolan, had long been impatient and took her away after eating a few bites.
I also left with my bag and walked aimlessly on the street.
It was late, nearing ten o'clock, with few people around and even fewer vehicles passing by.
At this time, Everett called.
I ignored his call and took a taxi to go home.
As soon as I entered the door, I heard his furious voice.
"Where on earth did you go? Why are you back so late?"
I was slightly startled, clutched my bag tightly, and asked expressionlessly, "Everett, do you remember what you promised me this morning?"