Mrs. Sutton was almost unaccustomed to Anne Sutton being so thoughtful.
Mr. Sutton sat to one side, feeling a little miffed. He saw Anne Sutton fussing over her mother but ignoring him completely—he even had to eat his own congee. "Your father was injured too, you know. How come I don't see this much concern for me?"
Anne Sutton shot her father an irritated look. "You have plenty of people to care about you! You're not like my mom. If I don't look after her, she'll have no one."
Ever since she'd found out what kind of man her father truly was, Anne Sutton had been deeply disappointed in him, and her attitude was no longer as warm as it once was.
Mr. Sutton said, "You ungrateful child! Every word out of your mouth is so snide! I'm your father!"
Anne Sutton couldn't be bothered to argue with him.
Sharon Sutton sat to one side, looking at her phone.
David Hayes was texting, asking her how she was doing.
