The Voss family dining room had always been too large for four people. Tonight it felt like a courtroom.

Crystal chandelier light glittered off the silverware nobody touched. The long mahogany table stretched between them like a no-man’s-land. Laken sat at one end, arms crossed, frost creeping across the white tablecloth from where her wrists rested. Luca sat opposite, phoenix-gold hand hidden beneath a black glove, eyes fixed on the untouched roast.

Their father, ...