Father’s anxiety
My father seemed anxious, trying to pacify the situation with platitudes. ‘Let’s all just calm down and talk this through,’ he suggested, his voice shaky.
He clearly wanted to defuse the tension, but his attempts felt weak and ineffective. Jessica rolled her eyes, clearly uninterested in any form of genuine resolution.
‘Talk? What’s there to talk about?’ she sneered. It was painfully obvious that my father was stuck in the middle, caught between his guilt and the harsh reality of the situation.