Amelia spent the whole meal sneaking glances at her phone, hoping Penny would send her something. But the screen stayed blank. She didn’t even hear Penny’s usual chatter from the next table. Maybe Penny was just too busy eating. That girl lost all sense of time around good food—Amelia figured she’d just forgotten to send any photos.
She couldn’t help but feel a little let down.
Still, as long as her daughter was happy, that was all that mattered.
At least Timmy had texted her a photo of the sudoku puzzle he’d finished by himself. Amelia smiled and fired back a bunch of thumbs-up emojis.
“Timmy, who are you texting? You look so happy. Want to show Aunt Kristen?” Kristen asked, pretending to be curious as she reached for his phone.
Timmy gave her a puzzled look. “Aunt Kristen, can I see your chats then?”
Kristen’s smile froze for a second.
Clive stepped in, his voice stern. “Timmy, that’s not polite.”
Timmy didn’t answer. He just put away his phone and started stabbing at his meatballs with his fork, smashing them to pieces. In his head, he was fuming: She’s the one being nosy, so why is Dad only scolding me?
Dad and his double standards.
“No wonder Mom doesn’t want you,” Timmy muttered quietly.
Clive didn’t catch it. “What was that, Timmy? What are you mumbling?”
“Nothing. I just said the food here’s getting worse.”
“Really?” Clive didn’t notice anything wrong, but he glanced at Penny sitting next to him. She was usually the one who loved eating out the most, but tonight she hardly touched her food and looked totally out of it.
Clive frowned. Maybe the food really had gone downhill.
Worried that Penny wasn’t eating enough, he waved over a waiter and ordered her a strawberry milkshake sundae—something she loved but wasn’t usually allowed to have.
On the other side of the decorative divider, Amelia wiped her mouth and whispered to Diana, “I’m going to the restroom.”
Diana was busy replying to a work message and just nodded, not getting up with her.
Through a narrow gap in the divider, Clive caught a glimpse of the woman at the next table standing up and leaving. That whole side of the restaurant had been super quiet the entire time, barely a peep.
Suddenly, Caroline’s bright voice cut through the air. “Clive! You’re here too? You should’ve told me! I could’ve joined your table! Well, actually, maybe not…”
She winked and made faces at Clive and Kristen, her look full of playful teasing.
“I’d just be the third wheel if I sat with you two!”


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