Chapter 13: Tell Me

The table was lavishly set with an array of mouth-watering dishes, yet Samantha didn't know how she can act as if nothing is wrong between her and Tristan.

"How's the taste?" Samantha's mother asked as she passed her a plate.

"That's delicious, darling! You're really talented at this!" Benjamin complimented his wife with the same tone he'd use to tell her how amazing her cooking was. She then turned to her daughter.

"Samantha?" she snapped back to reality when she heard her mother's voice

"Yes, Mom. It taste so good." With a warm smile, turned now to Tristan and asked,

"How's the pasta, Tristan?" Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, eager to make him speak up since she noticed that something wasn't right with him.

"It tastes good, too," he responded in a monotone, not making eye contact. She looked over to her husband with a look of concern in her eyes.

"Son, it seems like you're facing a problem? Is it about work? Samantha, do you know something if your brother—"

Benjamin, decide