A Taste of Control

Morning. Leona sat beside Declan at breakfast, while Vivienne sat at the head of the table with perfect posture—like a queen surveying her domain.

The sound of silver clinking against porcelain plates filled the silence. No one spoke. Only the soft sound of chewing and the occasional glass being placed on the table.

Declan cut the omelet on his plate with mechanical movements, his eyes occasionall