I watched the clock in the kitchen like seeing the time pass by would help, maybe diffuse the situation. Tick, tock. She didn’t speak at first. Tick, tock. I thought of what I could say. Tick, tock. My mom trusted me. Tick, tock. He stood with his arms crossed and almost stared through her. He must have been thinking of ways to punish us in those moments. Tick, tock.
