Dustin drove over to the Nicholsons‘ home at noon. The villa was in a secluded neighborhood, with flowers and hedges decorating the front yard.

Dahlia was right outside. Dustin tried to avoid her but was still spotted.

“Stop right there! I need to talk to you!”

“What is it?” Dustin asked. Their backs were to each other as they spoke.

“I haven’t told Granddad about our divorce because of his condition.”

“Do you think we can keep him from finding out?”

“I’ll find a chance to tell him after, just not today.”

“Alright. Anything else?”

“Nope.” Dahlia turned and went inside the house without another word.

They never once looked at each other, acting like complete strangers.

as well, wine in hand. The living room

was absent, still outside on his

in his usual seat this time,

rude to have us elders wait on him like this,”

mean.

He hadn’t let go of what had happened yesterday. The bruises were still visible on

Henry Nicholson announced, beaming at Dustin. “Come and sit

return and helped the old man to

eyes burning

his grandfather doted on Dustin. James was the old

let us all drink!”

“Chris brought this beautiful wine over, a fine Grand Cru from La Romanee

this!”

a

100 thousand

a bottle?!”

way

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