Emily was keeping her nose down when her mother made her way back in the kitchen, the morning paper open on the table. She was looking at the page without reading anything. There was a knot at the pit of her stomach as she was dreading what Lisa would say. Likely nothing and, truth be told, Emily dreaded the silence even more.<br/><br/>She said nothing, unable to eat or even drink her coffee, just biting on her lip and not daring looking up.