Sarah Avoids Eye Contact
I looked over at my daughter, hoping for a warm smile or a greeting. Sarah usually was the peacemaker in the family, but tonight she was different.
She kept her head down, staring intensely at the untouched food in front of her. Her fork moved mechanically, pushing a small pile of green peas from one side of the plate to the other.
It was clear she knew what was coming and did not want to see my reaction when it happened.