“Your mother is gone. Tears won’t bring her back—so wipe your face, make dinner, and don’t look like a grieving child when my guests arrive.” That was what my husband said.

Harrison’s expression, Mark realized he had made a much bigger mistake than throwing an ill-timed party, a mistake he would regret for the rest of his life. Mr. Harrison’s last words hung in the air like a recent thunderclap, leaving a terrifying echo in the ears of everyone present. Mark, his mouth slightly a gape and blinking rapidly, seemed to be trying to process the information that had just entered his brain, but his arrogant logic refused to accept it. His face, previously pale, now showed an expression of pathetic confusion. He tried to force a small laugh, a dry sound that was extremely inappropriate amidst the suffocating tension. Gathering the last vestiges of his arrogance, Mark attempted to deny the reality presented to him.