Chapter 3: The Announcement
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The Williams Estate had always been filled with noise.
Whether it was John's endless jokes, Chris teasing everyone at the dinner table, Annabelle discussing fabrics over coffee, or Susan dropping by unannounced, silence was a rare visitor.
But that evening...
Silence arrived first.
Sophia sat on the garden swing, gently pushing herself back and forth while staring at the sunset. She had no idea why her mother had insisted everyone gather for dinner.
Inside the mansion, Annabelle adjusted the dining table.
"Where's Susan?" she asked.
Mr. Williams glanced at his watch.
"She'll be here."
Right on cue, the front doors opened.
Susan walked in, followed by Sophia.
Her smile was bright, but there was something nervous behind it.
"Sorry I'm late," Susan said.
Annabelle hugged her.
"You've been saying that a lot lately."
"I know."
John noticed the way Susan avoided everyone's eyes.
"You alright, Susan?"
She nodded.
"I am."
Chris quietly pulled out a chair for Sophia.
"Sit."
"Thank you."
Everyone settled down.
Dinner began normally.
Chris joked about football practice.
John complained about a difficult mathematics test.
Sophia laughed at one of Mr. Williams' stories.
For a brief moment...
Everything felt normal.
Then Susan gently placed her fork on her plate.
"I have something important to tell everyone."
The room immediately became quiet.
Annabelle smiled.
"You've got our attention."
Susan inhaled slowly.
"I've been keeping something from all of you."
Annabelle frowned slightly.
"What do you mean?"
Susan looked around the table before speaking.
"A few months ago, I applied for a promotion at work."
John blinked.
"You did?"
"You never told us," Sophia added softly.
"I wanted to wait until I knew the outcome."
Annabelle folded her arms.
"So... what happened?"
Susan smiled.
"I got it."
For a second...
Everyone stared.
Then John jumped from his chair.
"Seriously?"
Sophia rushed over to hug her mother.
"I'm so proud of you!"
Chris smiled warmly.
"Congratulations, Susan."
Mr. Williams nodded.
"That's wonderful news."
Annabelle smiled too.
At first.
Until Susan spoke again.
"The position is in Paris."
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Susan continued quietly.
"I'll be relocating next month."
The room suddenly felt colder.
John's smile disappeared.
"What?"
Sophia slowly stepped back.
"...Relocating?"
Susan nodded.
"The company wants me to head their Paris office."
Chris leaned forward.
"You mean... permanently?"
"For now."
Sophia looked completely confused.
"What about us?"
"We'll move together."
The words hit harder than anyone expected.
John stared at the table.
"So... you're leaving?"
Susan looked at him gently.
"I'm sorry."
"No..."
John shook his head.
"No, you're not."
Annabelle finally spoke.
"You've known this for how long?"
Susan hesitated.
"Three weeks."
Annabelle's expression hardened.
"Three weeks?"
"I wanted to make sure everything was confirmed."
"You made the biggest decision of your life..."
Her voice trembled.
"...without telling your best friend?"
Susan lowered her eyes.
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
"But you did."
The room fell silent again.
"I thought..." Susan began.
"You thought what?" Annabelle interrupted.
"That we'd simply smile and wave goodbye?"
"It's an incredible opportunity."
"I know it is!"
Annabelle stood up.
"And I would have celebrated with you if you had trusted me enough to tell me."
Susan's eyes filled with guilt.
"I was afraid."
"Afraid of what?"
"That everyone would try to convince me not to go."
Nobody answered.
Because she was right.
Chris quietly pushed his chair back.
"I need some air."
Without waiting for a response, he walked outside.
John remained frozen.
Sophia simply stared at her mother.
"Are we really leaving?"
Susan reached for her hand.
"Yes."
Sophia slowly pulled her hand away.
"I... I need a minute."
She hurried upstairs before anyone could stop her.
John watched her disappear.
His chest felt strangely heavy.
For the first time in years...
He imagined the estate without Sophia.
It didn't feel like home anymore.
—
Later that evening, Mr. Williams found Susan standing alone on the back terrace overlooking the gardens.
The night air was cool.
Neither of them spoke for a while.
Finally, Mr. Williams broke the silence.
"May I ask you something?"
Susan nodded.
"Of course."
"What's the real reason?"
She looked at him.
"The promotion."
He shook his head gently.
"I don't think that's all of it."
Susan looked away.
"You've turned down promotions before."
"This one is different."
"Is it?"
She remained quiet.
Mr. Williams folded his hands behind his back.
"So tell me honestly."
He looked directly at her.
"Is this because you love your work that much..."
He paused.
"...or because Sophia's father is coming back?"
Susan's breathing stopped for a moment.
She slowly turned toward him.
"Why would you ask that?"
"Because I've known you for nearly twenty years."
He spoke calmly.
"You don't run away."
"I am not running."
"Then why now?"
Susan's eyes became distant.
"There are things..."
She stopped herself.
"...that I'm still trying to protect."
Mr. Williams studied her expression.
"You know you'll never have to face them alone."
A faint smile appeared on her lips.
"I know."
"But some battles belong to me."
—
Upstairs, Chris lay on his bed with his hands behind his head.
Sleep refused to come.
His mind replayed the evening over and over again.
Paris.
The word echoed inside his head.
He sighed.
"So that's it..."
He had noticed Sophia's feelings long ago.
The lingering glances.
The nervous smiles.
The way she laughed a little harder at his jokes than everyone else.
She probably believed she had hidden it well.
She hadn't.
The truth was...
He admired her too.
She had grown into someone kind, intelligent, and effortlessly beautiful.
But admiration wasn't enough.
Not now.
She was still too young.
He cared too much about her—and about the trust between their families—to rush into something that wasn't right.
There was another reason he kept his distance.
John.
Chris closed his eyes.
His younger brother and Sophia had been inseparable since childhood.
They laughed together, argued together, and understood each other without saying much at all.
Chris had often wondered...
Does John see her only as a friend?
Or was there something more buried beneath years of friendship?
Until he knew the answer, he refused to let his own feelings complicate things.
He sat up and looked out of the window toward the Thompson house.
A single bedroom light was still on.
"Sophy..." he murmured softly.
He hoped Paris wasn't the end of the story.
Some people crossed your path for a reason.
Others became part of your home.
And losing either one could change your life forever.
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