NELSON ESTATE
Edmund Nelson stood with his back straight, hands clasped behind him, admiring the well-kept grounds in his garden.
It was a peaceful moment he always enjoyed. The sound of footsteps on the gravel path caught his attention, and he turned just as his eldest son, Marcus, approached.
"Back from work, I see," Edmund said with a slight nod of acknowledgment. His voice was calm.
"Yes, father," Marcus replied, walking over to join his father by the garden’s edge. "But work isn’t why I’m here." His tone was flat.
Edmund gave him a sidelong glance. "I figured as much. What’s on your mind?"
Marcus sighed, looking out at lawns as if collecting his thoughts. "We need to talk about Miguel."
Edmund’s face hardened at the mention of the name, but he said nothing, waiting for Marcus
