Maurice
As I stood with my mother, Marla, discussing Luna's future, I noticed Crystal approaching us. A small wave of apprehension washed over me, but I quickly pushed it aside, reminding myself of the task at hand.
"Good afternoon," Crystal greeted us with a warm smile, her presence injecting a sense of brightness into the conversation.
"Hello, Crystal," I responded, trying to maintain a facade of confidence despite the turmoil churning within me.
Marla's expression turned frosty as she regarded Crystal, her smile morphing into a tight-lipped grin. "Good to see you, Crystal," she said tersely, her tone laden with underlying tension.
I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Crystal, sensing the subtle shift in my mother's demeanor. But I quickly quashed the feeling, reminding m
