Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward and spoke in a low voice. “Please, let’s not make a scene. I know this isn’t what you wanted, but we have to make do with what we have. I’ll make your favorite dinner at home tonight, Adrian. Can you trust me on this?”
Adrian sighed, slumping in his chair, and Lucy sat back, her arms crossed. The atmosphere at the table felt heavy, and Brianna fought to push through the rising tide of guilt and frustration. All she could do now was try to hold onto her resolve and keep her children’s trust intact.