The gravity of the situation pulled Richard to the living room, where the evening light cast long shadows across the floor. He sat on the couch, his heart an anxious drum, and watched as Grace led Oliver to sit beside him.
Oliver toyed with the hem of his shirt, his small fingers twisting the fabric as if searching for the courage hidden within its threads. Grace sat on the armchair, her presence a steady anchor in the swirling sea of Richard’s emotions.
