You and your father both sit at the dinner table, quietly and awkwardly eating dinner together as always.

“I’m going to London for business in a week or so. You’ll be staying with Arthur and Linda, alright?” he speaks to you with his usual strict and cold voice, not caring for what your answer might be.

you were both close when you were little. but then your mother, Grace, died and your father hasn’t been the same since. you do wish he would care for you, but you know that he won’t change.