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.

in as well, wine in hand. The

absent, still

his usual seat this time, an outsider too–Chris

on him like this,”

mean.

hadn’t let go of what had happened yesterday. The bruises were

let’s have dinner.” Henry Nicholson announced, beaming at Dustin. “Come

return and helped the old man

scowled, his eyes burning

his grandfather doted on

let us all drink!”

James pulled up a decorated box of wine. “Chris brought this beautiful wine over, a fine Grand Cru from La

this!”

Romanee Conti? That’s a really expensive vintner,

100

thousand dollars a bottle?!” everyone exclaimed in shock. The

had been way beyond their

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