A family dinner takes a tense turn when Leo confesses to accidentally burning down his fiancée’s father’s trailer. But the real disaster isn’t the fire—it’s the discovery of a fireproof box buried in the ashes, holding secrets Richard never wanted uncovered. Some things were meant to stay lost.
The clatter of silverware filled the air, sharp and deliberate, as if each knife and fork carried its own tension. Leo shifted in his chair, feeling the weight of Richard’s stare like a stone pressing into his chest.
Her eyes flicked from Leo to her parents, her expression a silent plea: Don’t mess this up.
Lorraine, ever the picture of composure, swirled her drink in slow, lazy circles, sipping with disinterest.
But Richard—Richard was a different story. He leaned forward just slightly, his grip tightening around his fork.
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