Martin stood by the fireplace, its warm glow casting a golden light on the tense scene before him. His gaze shifted between his sons, who sat together on the plush sofa, their eyes fixed on him in anticipation.
David's face was calm and composed, a gentle smile on his lips, while Vincent's eyes were fixed intently on Martin, his brow slightly furrowed in anticipation. Both sons sat waiting, their attention focused on their father.
The soft crackle of the flames and the ticking of the grandfather clock filled the room with a soothing background hum, but it was overpowered by the thick, unspoken tension between the two brothers. The air was tense with unspoken words.
Martin's gaze oscillated between his sons, his eyes lingering on each son before he began.
"Mh-mhm," he cleared his throat, the sound echoing through the room like a precursor to a solemn pronouncement.
