"Some things don't need to change, Julian," Claire replied, not looking up. "Consistency has its merits."
The mention of their mother, Martha, brought a sudden, sharp chill to the room. She had been the glue, the buffer between Elias’s stoicism and Julian’s rebellion, between Claire’s duty and her hidden resentments. Now, that glue was gone, and the pieces were beginning to grate against one another. matureincest
"The house looks the same," Julian remarked, his voice cutting through the clinking of silverware. "Some things don't need to change, Julian," Claire
"Money is the only thing that speaks clearly in this family," Elias muttered. Now, that glue was gone, and the pieces
As Julian walked out to his car later that night, Claire stood on the porch, her silhouette framed by the dim light of the hallway. "See you tomorrow?" she asked, her voice small.
Julian paused, his hand on the door handle. "Yeah. Tomorrow."
"Or its prisons," he countered, a smirk playing on his lips, though his eyes remained wary.