Adam leaned against the kitchen counter, his jaw tight as Tom paced the room. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with years of unspoken resentment and the current storm brewing around Elena. Tom finally stopped pacing and turned to face Adam, his eyes blazing with frustration.
“I can’t believe you,” Tom began, his voice low but laced with anger. “Eight years, Adam. Eight years, and you didn’t bother to call, write, or even show up once. Not for holidays, not for family emergencies. Nothing. And now I find out you’ve been spending the holidays with your best friend’s family instead of your own? What kind of person does that?”
Adam’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Don’t act like you care, Tom,” he shot back, his tone sharp. “You didn’t exactly make me feel welco
