“Your mother is gone. Tears won’t bring her back—so wipe your face, make dinner, and don’t look like a grieving child when my guests arrive.” That was what my husband said.

Harrison’s sight. Mark even added the foolish excuse that I wasn’t feeling well, which was why my face was pale and lifeless. He tried to divert Mr. Harrison’s attention back to him, talking about the sales targets for the next month that he had already surpassed, but Mark’s efforts were in vain. Mr. Harrison did not listen at all to Mark’s ramblings about sales figures or marketing strategies. Mr. Harrison raised his hand slightly, a firm signal for Mark to be quiet. Mark’s mouth closed instantly. His sentence was cut off mid-thought. The room fell silent again. It even seemed like people were holding their breath. Mr. Harrison moved past a petrified Mark and walked directly towards me.