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This creates a unique kind of stakes: if you win the argument, you might still lose the person.

The tea service was the only thing allowed to rattle in the House of Sterling. Elena sat at the head of the table, her spine a straight line of iron, watching her three adult children navigate the minefield of a Sunday brunch. For thirty years, she had curated their reputations like rare orchids, but the petals were finally beginning to brown.

The air in the Weaver household didn't just carry the scent of over-steeped Earl Grey; it carried the weight of everything unsaid.