The meal between Hunter, Philip, and their father, mother, and grandmother was set for today. The dining room at the Becker mansion was bright, the long table filled with food,roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, fruits, and wine. The air was quiet. Nobody wanted to start the talk first.

Hunter looked around and broke the silence. “Grandma,” he said softly, “are you feeling better now?”

Madam Monika smiled weakly. “I’m fine, my dear”

Philip looked down at his plate, his voice calm but heavy. “I know my wife and I have caused everyone a lot of concern and trouble. I’m truly sorry.”

Hunter nodded. “I’m sorry too,” he said, trying to sound...