But I was already leaning over to look again. This time, I managed to see it.
My profile connected me to a group of maternal relatives listed under a very familiar name.
Jane.
My deceased aunt.
The entire dining room became terrifyingly quiet.
Then he muttered, “You never should have been born.”
I stared right back at him. “What did you just say to me?”
He aggressively pointed his finger toward the front door.
“Get out of my house.”
Rose refused to make eye contact with me. Jack looked completely nauseous. Lily broke down in tears.
I begged them, “Can someone please explain what is going on here?”
