The fork scrapes against the plate, the sound filling the uncomfortable silence that reigns over the table. It’s nothing new. It’s not the first time it’s happened.

Nolan ignores you.

Mark talks to him about his latest training, about how his strength has improved, how he has applied the techniques his father taught him… How he has managed to surpass himself under his guidance.

And you?

It’s always been like this. Nolan has never called you to train. He has never looked at you with the same pride he has for Mark. You have the strength, you have the ability, but you are never enough for him.

“Dad,” you say, placing the fork down with more force than necessary. “When do you plan to train me?”

The silence grows thick. Debbie sets her glass down halfway, and Mark, who was about to take another bite, freezes.

Nolan barely lifts his gaze from his plate.

“Mark needs more preparation,” he replies in a dry tone. “We can’t waste time on distractions.”

Distraction?