No.

They never would.

They would let me starve at a table I had paid for, and laugh while they did it.

That was the truth, and the empty plate had finally made me see it.

Chapter 3 — Don’t Make a Scene

When I had first sat down beside my husband, I had expected at least a quick hello.

Daniel did not even look up.

“You’re late,” he muttered, carving off another piece of steak.