Negatively

“You’ve been fucking Mom’s husband?” Sara shrieks. “What, both of you?”

Izzi tries to interject for you. “He’s done so much for us as a family…”

Sara cuts her off. “I don’t give a fuck! He’s our step dad! You’re all fucking sick!”

Sara runs off. You and Izzi and Mindy sit in silence.

You pick at your fried rice. “Well, that did not go well.”

Mindy is close to tears. Izzi shakes her head, her blonde hair flying. “Someone has to talk to her. Who the one who can make her see reason?”