ADAN
Another round of torture.
Another dreaded family dinner.
This tiresome routine of Friday family dinners is one I need to put an end to, and soon. Every week, it feels like an ambush—a carefully orchestrated session where my efforts are undermined, my decisions criticized, and my flaws exaggerated into cruel caricatures. It's as though they relish pointing out every shortcoming, magnifying them for sport, leaving no room for dignity or defense.
But tonight, I decided to shake things up. If I had to endure this endless charade, I would at least address something that had been gnawing at me for weeks—a matter that Liam, my brother, had continually dodged despite my repeated attempts to confront him.
The shipment.
