The confrontation
The evening was peaceful and warm yet Alexander snr. felt anything but. However, it wasn't time for him to let his thoughts spill out.
He sat at the head of the table, watching his wife fuse about their son's swollen cheek. He ignored them, occasionally, saying a word or two when spoken to.
No one noticed any changes in him since he was acting as usual. His gaze occasionally found his daughter's innocent face.
He even placed food on her plate. After their meal, he excused himself and walked to his bedroom. He got ready for bed and got under the covers reading through his mails.
An hour later, Maria walked inside. One look at her husband and she was certain something was out of place.
Maria prepared for bed before joining her husband. She rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist. Having lived together for almost three decades, she knew her husband's habit. Those apparent and the unconscious once.