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.

a deep breath and went in as well, wine in hand. The living room was filled with

father, was absent, still

usual seat this time,

us elders wait on him like this,” Florence jeered,

mean.

James chirped loudly. He hadn’t let go of what had happened yesterday. The bruises were still

Henry Nicholson announced, beaming at Dustin. “Come and

and helped the old man to

eyes burning with jealousy.

on

us all drink!”

decorated box of wine. “Chris brought this beautiful wine over, a fine Grand Cru from La Romanee Conti. We should all

this!”

That’s a really

it is. It was 100 thousand dollars a

a bottle?!” everyone exclaimed in shock.

way

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