Invitation to dinner
After our tense reunion, I received an invitation to a family dinner, an attempt to bridge the gap of lost years.
I hesitated, memories of past hurt still fresh in my mind. ‘We’d love for you to come over,’ my mother’s voice wavered over the phone.
Reluctantly, I agreed, curious to see if this was another façade or a genuine effort to mend broken ties.
‘Okay, I’ll be there,’ I said, feeling a mix of dread and intrigue.
