The commotion drew glances from everyone nearby. Aaron cleared his throat a few times and looked over. "Simon, you seem out of it."

Simon kept his head down, staring at the blood on his palm where his fingernails had dug in. He masked the bitterness in his eyes.

“Just... family stuff getting to me,” he muttered.

The room fell silent again, everyone quietly focusing on their food.

After dinner, Walter called Dylan aside.

"Go check on your mother. Is your back any better?"

It still wasn't fully healed-just scabbed over.

"Yeah," Dylan replied.

He wheeled himself toward the family shrine. The chapel was a long way from the main hall, down several echoing corridors. Above the door, an ornate plaque read "Ferguson Family Chapel." Inside, a few golden prayer cushions were spread out. Mrs. Ferguson was already kneeling on one, her back straight and composed.

The incense burning here was a special blend-its scent was unique, impossible to find anywhere else.

"Mother," Dylan called softly.

paused on her prayer beads. She opened her

heard you were disciplined a few days

"I'm fine."

incense, and placed it in the burner. The smoke curled between

you'd be starting rehab for your

saw his expression. "You used to talk so much more, Dylan. Always so gentle.

faded, and she knelt

me for what we did back then? Someone had to make a sacrifice so you could be

rolled the beads between her fingers, her

it. He thought being sent away was a test, that if he just worked hard enough, someone would eventually come for him. I've never stopped feeling guilty about it. Sometimes I wonder if we made the right choice. Dylan,

looked at her back,

stopped being part of the Ferguson family. That was his fate. For

glanced down at her

the arms of his wheelchair, eyes lingering on the family

to the real

always meant to

started getting close to that Dawson girl, warned you-Tara is your future wife. As for the woman who caused your injury, you said she saved you overseas, so we let it go. But if you insist on marrying her,

ever since you found out about him. It's been over twenty years. It's time. I'll make

with it, alright? I'm sure he has a lot

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