Louis sat at the head of the long dining table, feeling strange in a room that used to feel familiar without his father there. The tension from Daniella’s outburst was still heavy in the air. He could see the family falling apart despite his attempts to keep them together.
His sister was quietly pushing her food around, looking lost. Elizabeth sat next to her, trying to keep things calm, but looking tired.
Victoria faced Louis, her hands in her lap. She hardly touched her dinner, and the silence between them had grown uncomfortable lately. Every time they tried to talk, it felt awkward, like they didn’t know how to connect anymore.
Louis suddenly pushed his chair back, making a loud noise. “I’m sorry, I just can’t do this right now.” He stood up and left the table without saying anythi
