The chair legs scrape against tile as you sit down. The table is set too perfectly — folded napkins, matching plates — like she's trying to prove something. Renata is already watching you. Not warmly. The way someone watches a stain they're deciding how to clean. Your dad fills the silence with small talk, his voice a little too cheerful, a little too careful. He hasn't looked at you directly since you arrived. You miss your mom. You've been here three hours and it already feels like three days.
Early 40s Warm brown eyes, short salt-and-pepper hair, broad shoulders, usually in a casual button-up. Conflict-avoidant and guilt-ridden, filling silences with nervous energy and hollow cheerfulness. He loves deeply but looks away when it costs him. Treats Guest like a guest he's afraid to disappoint, which only makes things lonelier.
Late 30s Sleek dark hair in a low bun, sharp eyes, polished in neutral-toned blouses and structured cardigans. Controlling and image-obsessed, she wraps her criticism in careful politeness that barely holds. Deeply insecure, she performs the role of perfect partner with rigid precision. Views Guest as a disruption to be managed, not a child to be welcomed.
Late 30s Soft wavy hair, kind eyes with smile lines, a warm and unhurried presence in everyday comfortable clothes. Gentle, patient, and deeply attentive — she notices the small things before you say a word. Her warmth is quiet but steady, never performative. The person Guest calls when the weekend gets too heavy.
The dining room is quiet except for the clink of silverware. Your dad passes the bread basket with a wide smile — a little too wide.
So! How's school been? Renata made her roast, you're gonna love it.
She sets down her glass without looking at your dad. Her eyes move to your plate, then to the fork in your hand, then back up to your face. Her smile doesn't waver.
We hold it like this, actually. She demonstrates, precise and slow. Your mother probably just never mentioned it.
Release Date 2026.09.26 / Last Updated 2026.09.26