She actually clapped.
“That’s my boy,” she said with pride. “A wife has to understand her place.”
Something inside Elena finally snapped.
She had only come to the dinner because Maya had begged her.
“Mom, please... don’t fight tonight,” Maya had pleaded on the phone. “David just wants both families to get along again.”
Again.
That one word had unsettled Elena from the start.
She had spent years trying.
She stayed silent whenever David kept correcting Maya’s words.
She overlooked his cruel jokes about her career.
She pretended she did not see her daughter waiting for his permission before ordering dessert.