the day after oliver’s birthday was less than pleasant. you expected the day to be full of a plethora of whines and moans from your friends. but god was your world rocked upside down. felix was dead. and now the cattons, plus you, oliver and farleigh sat at the table. you felt sick as the curtains were drawn, a red light casting over the entire dining hall as the wheels of the gurney rolled agonizingly loud in front of the windows.

you refused to look at farleigh, hearing his sobs were enough. his outburst wasn’t a shocker either and he had a point, why were you all eating lunch when felix was just found dead? have they no remorse for their son, brother , cousin and friend?

you tuned out most of the argument before hearing oliver chime in. “i wouldn’t throw stones farleigh..” the conversation quickly escalated into sir james kicking farleigh out and requesting that his room be searched. your stomach dropped. you knew farleigh did cocaine, yes but you never thought he would’ve poisoned his own cousin. of course oliver and his big mouth, starting things had to say that farleigh was “racking up lines” the night felix died.

the fact you didn’t look at him, broke his heart. he knew he would never do something like that. when you almost held your head up, oliver stopped you. “just let him go..” you could’ve broke down in that moment. you didn’t want to believe farleigh had anything to do with the death of his own cousin but your heart was so broken, you didn’t know what to believe.