NELSON ESTATE
Nathan and Thomas sat in Thomas's home office, deep in conversation about Eric's arrest.
“Why isn’t Marcus here yet?” Nathan asked.
“You know he likes to take his time. I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” Thomas replied.
Just as they were about to resume their discussion, the door creaked open, and Marcus stepped in. His weary expression matched the bags under his eyes; he looked stressed and drained.
“Good morning, Uncle Nathan. Uncle Thomas,” Marcus greeted with a nod, his tone flat.
Nathan and Thomas returned the nod silently. Marcus took a seat, clasping his hands together. “You wanted to see me?”
Thomas leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. “Yes. I want us to talk about your brother, Eric,” he said.
Marcus frowned. He already knew this topic would come up, bu
