Tabitha’s POV

My mother stares at me in a way that I have never witnessed before. I have never seen her eyes look this cold—a gaze so lifeless it makes me wonder if this is the same woman who had raised me for the past twenty-one years.

“M-Mom—”

“Tabitha, do you miss your dad?” she suddenly asks.

I frown. “W-What? Of course! I—”

“Me too,” she cuts me off again. Something like sadness flickers in her eyes, just enough to dull the coldness of her stare. “It’s good to hear that you miss him as much as I do.”

I shake my head in confusion. I’m completely lost here. This...