The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Angela and Edmund sat at the kitchen table, their hands clasped together, a silent promise of unity and strength. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, a comforting scent amidst the tension that hung heavy between them.
"We need to talk about mom," Angela said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "She's not going to give up easily."
Edmund nodded, his jaw set in a determined line. "I know. But we can't let her control our lives. We need to be proactive."
Angela took a sip of her coffee, the bitterness grounding her. "I think we should confront her. Make it clear that we're not backing down."
Edmund's eyes narrowed, a calculating look crossing his face. "Confronting her directly could be risky. She's unpredictable, and we don't know what she's capable of."