Older Than Anger

~Kaelen~

The lights in the dining room were warm when I walked through the front doors.

I could hear them, Grandma Sylvie's voice, low and measured; Bea responding; the faint clink of silverware against porcelain. A normal evening. Dinner at the Lancaster family mansion was the way it had always been—quiet for a household that had learned to function around the silences its men left behind.

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