Secrets and Slaps

Sheila's POV

The moment we left the restaurant and got into the car, I could feel the tension easing from my mom’s shoulders.

Mom sat beside me, staring out the window, seemingly lost in her own thoughts. I wasn’t sure if she was replaying the confrontation or simply glad to be done with it.

I wanted to say something, but I wasn't sure about her mood at the moment. I glanced at her once again and sighed, wondering what she was thinking about. After a few moments of silence, she finally turned to me.

“What were you doing there, Sheila?” she asked calmly. “I didn’t expect to see you at the restaurant.”

I smiled and shrugged. “I couldn’t let you meet him alone, Mom. I know you told me you could handle him, but... I couldn’t take any chances.”

“You were there the whole time?”

I nodded, leaning back in my seat. “I disguised myself and stayed a bit far from the table, just observing. I had to make sure things didn’t go south.