Jenny stirs a bit of steak around the plate.
“Charlotte.” James stares at her from across the table.
She doesn’t reply. Doesn’t seem even to notice that he’s spoken.
“Charlotte? I expect you to answer me when I address you.”
She jolts to attention. “Sorry, I was miles away. What was that?”
He nods down to the plate. “Is there something wrong with the meal I cooked for you?”
She prods at a bit of potato. “It"s fine. I"m just not very hungry.”
Mitch touches her hand. “Jenny, why don"t you have a soak in the bath? Perhaps in that lovely Jacuzzi. Take your time. I"ll look after Cara.”
She shrugs.
“Charlotte!” James tone has knives in it. His palm slaps to the tabletop. “You will show your mother some respect...”
Her head ducks. “Sorry, Mom.”
“… And she"s right. When did you last hav
