2025-02-23 11:00:19After Adrian stormed out in anger, the Stratton household fell into silence, broken only by George’s heavy breathing as he tried to hold back his grief. He sat in his chair, staring blankly ahead, as if carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Eleanor stood beside him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.
"George, don’t think about it too much," Eleanor said softly, though the pain in her eyes was obvious.
George shook his head slowly, his gaze still distant. "I just don’t understand… How did we end up here? Adrian, Celeste… I just wanted you all to be happy, not fighting like this."
Celeste, standing not far from them, felt her heart clench at his words. Even though Adrian had hurt her pride and her family countless times, she still felt guilty about the argument. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she finally spoke.
"Papa, Mama..." Celeste stepped closer, her voice full of det
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