At the restaurant, Laura laid out the completed dishes on the table.

"Come with me for a second, Avery," Laura called out to her daughter.

Avery followed her mother and walked toward the bathroom.

"Did you and Elliot get into a fight?" Laura asked.

"Is it that obvious?" Avery responded, her face void of emotion.

Perhaps it was because she had been disappointed so many times that she became numb to the feeling.

"It is. You look like a couple that's on the verge of divorce," said Laura. "The