Salmon I’d baked on Monday evening. The lasagna Ethan specifically requested for Tuesday. All gone by Wednesday morning.
One day, I mentioned it carefully.
“Ivy, I think there’s been some confusion about what’s for dinner.”
“Sweetheart, I’m just trying to keep everyone safe.
You’d do the same thing.”
I didn’t tell Ethan. I wanted to so badly.
But something in me hesitated.
Deep down, I was afraid he’d take his mom’s side. And the thought of standing alone, with both of them looking at me like I was the problem?
That was the one thing I couldn’t bear.
So I stayed quiet and pretended it didn’t hurt every time my food went missing.
But things escalated in ways I didn’t see coming.
