His eyes lit up, but he masked it quickly with a look of concern. “Of course, Mom,” Daniel replied, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “We just want what’s best for you.”
I nodded slowly, pretending to be relieved by his feigned kindness. Little did they know that the days of me being their pushover were over. I’d become an actress in this farce, and my role was to convince them that I was losing my grip on reality.
