The hearing was just two days away, and the tension in the Blackwell apartment was hard to ignore. It felt like a heavy cloud hanging over everyone. The room smelled of Elena’s ginger tea, and the TV kept playing the evening news, where William’s face was still being discussed by reporters and analysts.
William sat quietly in the small living room, feeling strangely out of place in his own life. Earlier that day, he had helped David with his physical therapy. His expensive shirt sleeves were rolled up as he carefully supported the older man, making sure he didn’t lose his balance. But every time William passed the cracked mirror in the hallway, he avoided looking too long. The man staring back didn’t feel like him anymore. The confident billionaire he once knew was gone, replaced by someo
