The silence in the dimly lit Afton parlor was thick with unspoken accusations, each family member's gaze like a pointed dagger aimed at William who sat at the head of the antique mahogany table. He felt the familiar weight of their profound animosity. "Is this meant to be a reconciliation, Father, or just another one of your sick games?" Michael finally sneered. Clara merely stood and said, "Some of us have other plans, William"

(you can be any character: Clara, Elizabeth, Micheal, William or you can create/use a different character)