Renee Jennings's brows furrowed. She lowered her gaze to stare at Nathan Lynch, a hidden fury burning in her eyes. She clenched her fists. "Nathan, I think you're just tired and confused..."
Nathan Lynch let out a breath. The heat had flushed his fair cheeks red. As if steeling himself, he said, "My mom isn't good to me at all. She's always forcing me to do things I don't like, making me study late at night, and feeding me food I hate. She's always scolding me, and when I'm so tired I can't walk, she'll yank my sleeve and drag me along! She's not good to me at all!!"
Nathan Lynch's eyes reddened, and tears welled up, glinting in the light.
A sudden silence fell over the scene. Through Nathan Lynch's narrative, the other guests were getting to know a different Renee Jennings—a tyrannical and selfish one.
Renee Jennings's heart pounded like a drum, and her face went pale.
