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Chapter 25: Family

Author: Willow's Ink
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-13 10:41:49
The morning of Damian Lawson’s funeral arrived dressed in fog.

From the penthouse windows, Benjamin Hamilton watched the haze roll over Manhattan like a shroud. The skyline looked muted, the outlines of buildings soft and indecisive, as if the city itself wasn’t sure how to carry grief.

He adjusted the cuffs of his charcoal suit with deliberate precision. The tie he chose was navy, somber but not theatrical. He believed in restraint, especially in moments like this. Theatrics were for lesser men.

A knock at the door drew his attention.

“Come in,” he said.

Elena, his longtime housekeeper, stepped in with a silver tray and placed a cup of black coffee on the table beside him.

“You should eat something,” she said gently.

“I’m not hungry.”

She hesitated, then gave him a quiet look before leaving the room. Benjamin stood alone again.

He hadn't slept. Not properly. The events of the past week had rearranged the Hamilton household’s sense of order. The engagement, the death,
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