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.

wine in hand.

John, Dahlia’s father, was absent, still

usual seat this time, an outsider too–Chris

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

mean.

get upset and hurt you!” James chirped loudly. He hadn’t let go of what had happened yesterday. The bruises were still visible on

let’s have dinner.” Henry Nicholson

and helped the old man to his

scowled, his eyes burning with jealousy.

doted on Dustin. James was the old man’s grandson by

let us all drink!”

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

this!”

Conti? That’s a really expensive

was 100

a bottle?!” everyone

way beyond

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