The sound of spoons clanking against ceramic plates filled the quiet room.

I glanced at Henry.

He still hadn't touched his food.

Too bad, I was almost done with mine.

Fucking Saturday.

Today was definitely going to be boring.

“Okay!” 

The sound of hands banging the table drew my gaze to mum.

“Who’s ready to tell me what the hell is going on?” Mum asked, eyes moving from me to Henry.

No response.

“Will someone speak the fuck up!” She screamed.

“It's nothing.” Henry bit out.

Mum scoffed in disbelief.

“Nothing? Ever since I came back you've both been acting like strangers. No teasing, no bickering, no fighting—”

“Wasn’t that...