*** Emotional Turmoil***

Dinner ended like it always did. The children scattered to their rooms. The maids cleared the table. Daniel poured himself wine and checked his phone.

Emma sat at the dining room table staring at nothing. At the flowers that cost more than most people's rent. At the chandelier that threw expensive light on their expensive lies.

"Coming up?" Daniel asked from the doorway.

Coming up. To their bedroom. To the place where they pretended to be ...