Family House (Part 3)

Ethan looked away, his jaw tightening.

Claire spoke up, her voice quieter but firm. "You didn't even give us a chance, Ethan. The charges were dropped, and you just… disappeared. You ignored us. Do you know how many times I called?"

His gaze flickered to her for a brief second before settling on the table.

"I saw," he admitted, his voice low.

Claire scoffed, shaking her head. "Unbelievable."

His mother placed a hand on Claire's arm before looking back at Ethan. "You could have come home sooner."

"I could have," he said simply.

Another silence stretched between them.

His father finally spoke, his deep voice cutting through the air. "So why now?"

Ethan met his father's gaze. "Because I'm here."

It wasn't an answer. Not really. He didn't have much to say.

His father stared at him for a long moment before nodding once, leaning back in his chair. "Hmph."