Brushed off
Alex brushed off her concerns, creating a deeper rift between them. “It’s not what you think, Mom,” he replied, evading her probing questions.
“You need to trust me.” She felt a pang of hurt and frustration. “Trust you? You’ve been secretive from the start,” she shot back.
The room grew tense, an invisible line drawing between them. Alex’s dismissive attitude drove an emotional wedge, making her question everything once more.