Ethan
Sunday dinners at the Kingsley estate had become something I still hadn't fully adjusted to, the particular warmth of a family gathered around a table without any business agenda attached, Eleanor fussing over portions, Sophie recounting some minor drama from her university friend group, William presiding over it all with the quiet satisfaction of a man who'd finally gotten everything he'd spent thirty-one years hoping for.
I sat mostly quiet that evening, still turning over Sebastian's words from two nights before. You have the story almost entirely backward. I hadn't slept properly since, the sentence looping through my mind at odd hours, refusing to settle into any shape I could make sense of without more information than either Sebastian or Clara seemed willing to give me direc
