Alex’s POV
On the expansive dining table, I sat beside Nicky, my little brother, who was happily shoving scrambled eggs into his mouth like nothing monumental had happened in the past 24 hours. My mother sat to my right, while my father sat across from us in his crisp dark suit.
Mrs. Gunner sat at the head of the table, her posture regal, her presence commanding.
“Connor,” she said, breaking the silence. Her tone was smooth, conversational, but there was an edge of curiosity in her voice. “Have you created a plan? What’s it like for you? Have you... come to terms with everything?”
My father set his fork down, dabbing his mouth with a napkin before answering. “Yes, I have,” he replied evenly. “Today, I’ll head into the office to get a better understanding of how things are run. It’s
