Jeremy Anderson’s POV
The house has always been too big for arguments. Sound carries strangely here, swallowed by marble and height, like the walls are trained to keep secrets. My mother stands near the long windows, posture perfect, hands folded as if that alone might control the outcome.
Claire isn’t here when she should be.
Judith is, though. Comfortable and wearing that familiar look like the house belongs to her. They both look at me as if I am the outsider, and had it not been for protecting myself, Daniel, and now Claire- because who knows if the shooters would now view her as a witness and target her as well- I would have gone back to my penthouse.
I just broke it to my mother that I felt disrespected by her for having my ex-wife in my home. This is my childhood home, with all
