Gabriel sat in the living room of his family’s estate, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. The cozy warmth of the crackling fireplace couldn’t ease the chill he felt in his chest. Around him, the family gathered in tense silence.
Jonathan stood a few feet away, a folder clutched tightly in his hands. He’d waited for this moment with a sinking heart, dreading the impact this revelation would have. He had already shared the truth with the family; now, it was time to tell Gabriel.
“What’s going on?” Gabriel asked, breaking the silence. His voice was calm, but his eyes betrayed his growing unease. “Why does everyone look like someone just died?”
Grandma’s lips trembled, and she looked to Jonathan, nodding for him to continue. Jonathan stepped forward, placing the folder on the coffee
