Montell Mansion – Private Dining Room
The dining room of the Montell estate radiated quiet luxury. Golden candlelight flickered against crystal wine glasses and fine china. Dominic Montell, ever composed in a navy suit, cut into his meal with mechanical precision. Across the table, his wife Evelyn stirred her soup, her brow furrowed.
“He hasn’t called all week,” she said softly, more to herself than to him.
Dominic didn’t look up. “Andrew’s always been independent. He’s handling things in his own way.”
Evelyn’s lips pursed. “Independence is one thing. Silence is another. He’s barely here anymore, Dominic. When he is, he barely speaks to us.”
Dominic set his utensils down, a trace of impatience flickering behind his eyes. “He’s grown. Busy. He’ll talk when he’s ready.”
Before Evelyn c
