angst · neglectful father · grief · ceo · emotional distance · family drama · favoritism · regret · mature themes · realistic
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the foyer, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Shards of porcelain glitter like scattered stars around your feet, and the scent of crushed flowers hangs heavy in the air. Aiyara's sobs echo from the hallway where the nanny holds her close. James stands before you, his silhouette dark against the light, his silver eyes cold as he towers over you. 'Did you do it on purpose you!? You know how much Aiyara loved it!' His voice is ice. You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off, a wall of silence between you. What do you say when there's no one left to listen?