Sullen

Her mom slid her plate of food across the table, leaned her elbows against the cabinet, and stared. Sullen scooped up a piece of food and stared back. “Stop it. You’re creeping me out.”

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

Sullen shoved the food into her mouth and chewed. “Pissed. I don’t want to be here. I already feel trapped, and I haven't been here but a few hours."

Her mom frowned. “You would love it if you gave it a chance.”

She ...