I thought I was finding true love. Instead, I found a man who loved my vulnerability because it made him feel powerful.
I went back to the dining room with the gravy boat. My legs were shaking uncontrollably.
I looked at the empty chair next to David. There was a plate, but no one was sitting there.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I walked over and pulled the chair out.
The creaking of the wooden legs against the hardwood floor silenced the room.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Sylvia asked, her voice dangerously low.
“I need to sit down,” I said, gripping the back of the chair. “Just a minute to eat.”
Sylvia stood up. She slammed her hand on the table, sending the silverware flying.
“Servants don’t sit with the family,” she whispered.
