***Iron Fist**

Daniel walked into the dining room Saturday morning carrying papers. Typed papers. Official looking papers. The kind that meant trouble.

Emma was supervising breakfast. The maids had set out pancakes and fresh fruit. Normal Saturday morning routine. Except nothing felt normal anymore.

"Family meeting," Daniel announced. His voice was different. Harder. Like he was chairing a board meeting instead of talking to his wife and children.

"Now?" Emma asked. ...