"The house looks the same," Julian remarked, his voice cutting through the clinking of silverware.
As the night wore on, the layers of their complex relationships began to peel away. Behind Claire’s perfectionism was a desperate need for the approval Elias never gave. Behind Julian’s bravado was the guilt of a son who couldn't save his mother from her own choices. And behind Elias’s silence was a man terrified of the emotions he had spent a lifetime suppressing. matureincest
"I’m here because she asked me to be," Julian said, his tone softening. "Not for the money, Dad." "The house looks the same," Julian remarked, his