Back to the table
I returned to the table with a new resolve. Sitting down, Sandra’s eyebrow raised as if she sensed something different.
She didn’t waste any time getting back to her subtle attacks. ‘I see you’ve opted for the chicken salad,’ she remarked, eyes scanning my plate with disdain.
This time, instead of shrinking back, I raised my chin defiantly. Her surprise was evident, but she didn’t retreat.
The game was on, and I was ready to play.