He Told Me I Was “Living Off Him” in Front of Everyone — Then My Dad Spoke, and the Whole Room Froze
The Night Everything Quietly Broke The moment I stepped into the restaurant that night, something in the air shifted. It wasn’t dramatic — no slammed doors or raised voices. Just a quiet tightness, like an invisible thread pulled too taut. Aidan kept glancing at the door, drumming his fingers, offering me a strained smile that …