Torn Situations

Eleanor Sterling sits at the dinner table, her fingers wrapped loosely around a cup of tea she has not touched in the last ten minutes.

Her eyes weren’t on the drink, though. They were fixed on her sons—Dom and Lucius—watching them quietly as they ate dinner.

Lucius was chatting about something, his voice light, trying to fill the silence at the table. Dom, on the other hand, was quiet as usual