WAYNE MANSION
Ethan leaned back against the bed’s headboard, the phone pressed tightly to his ear. Outside, the chirping of crickets filled the silence of the night, but his mind was far from peaceful. “I don’t know, Helen. I feel like I’m pushing Grandma too hard by asking her to let Victor stay here. And that's unfair, she deserves better,” Ethan said.
Helen’s soft voice came through the line. “Why do you feel that way all of a sudden?”
Ethan exhaled sharply, his free hand raking through his hair. “Because I know she’s uncomfortable with the idea. She’s been through so much already, and now I’m asking her to take in someone she doesn’t even trust. It’s just… I thought it was the right thing to do, but now I’m not so sure," he said.
Helen paused for a moment before responding, her
