On Saturday night, inside the main living room of the Newman estate, the air was thick with suffocating tension.
Richard Newman stood near the grand fireplace, his face flushed red with unbridled rage. Beside him, Finn paced frantically back and forth across the hardwood floor, while Ray sat on the leather sofa, staring blankly at his phone in disbelief.
The double front doors swung open, and Troy Newman stumbled into the foyer. He reeked of expensive bourbon, his suit half-unbuttoned, a loose, lopsided grin playing on his lips.
"Where the hell have you been?!" Richard roared, stepping forward so fast he nearly knocked over a side table. "You reckless, brainless idiot!"
Troy blinked, waving a hand airily as he leaned against the doorframe to steady himself. "Brother... relax. Why are you shouting? It's the middle of the night."
