I watch my father, his presence a constant reminder of the past.
He navigates the room with ease, his attention periodically on my sister.
My mind drifts to the family meeting, the questions that will demand answers.
I dread the confrontation, the potential for further unraveling.
The night ends, the guests departing with promises to keep in touch.
We thank them, our gratitude genuine despite the undercurrent of tension.
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