Chapter 4

The long mahogany table stretches before me, polished to such a high sheen it reflects the faces of Nathan's relatives like a funhouse mirror. They're seated in a semi-circle, their expressions ranging from curiosity to thinly veiled disdain. Nathan stands at the head of the table, his posture relaxed but his eyes darting nervously toward me.

"Thank you all for coming," he begins, his voice smooth as silk. "As you know, Rebecca and I have been experiencing some...difficulties. I wanted to address these issues in a constructive manner, with the help of my family."

I raise an eyebrow, my gaze…