Chapter 40

Joan’s POV

It was nighttime already, and everywhere couldn’t be any quieter than it was. Being seated at the dinner table was the worst idea at this point in time, knowing none of us wanted to talk to each other. The view was baffling enough, coupled with the weird fact that no one wanted to talk first.

Before me were mom and Jones, eating with the tip of their spoons and their eyes darting at each other. Then, back to me, mom only made that face when she found it uneasy to talk about something.

“What?” I finally broke the shackles of silence.

“We are going on a vacation tomorrow,” mom finally blurted.

What did they want me to say? I could tell her I didn’t want her to go, and she would stay back, or maybe I could tell her this husband wasn’t worth the stress, and for once she wouldn’t see me as a dumb girl who knew nothing about what a marriage is, a dumb girl who runs out of her problem when things become unbearable.

“Have you heard?” Jones voice echoed in our ears, and then the lum