I didn't argue. I simply watched as my cousin buried Rowan deeper into the shadows of neglect and abuse. Eighteen years passed like this—until the day Nathan's acceptance to Newman University became official.
***
The celebratory banquet was quite grand. My house was bathed in warm light, the fine linen tablecloths and elaborate floral arrangements setting the scene for a joyous occasion. Nathan, dressed in a tailored suit, stood beside me, receiving compliments with poise and humility. Hana's eyes sparkled with pride and even my usually reserved mother-in-law seemed unusually cheerful.
Halfway through the evening, the front door swung open with a resounding creak, drawing everyone's attention. My cousin entered, dressed impeccably, as always. But this time, he wasn't alone.
Trailing behind him was Rowan. His face was pale and gaunt, his body frail and hunched. A thick brace encased his leg, forcing him to limp awkwardly with every step. His head hung low, as if he were afraid to meet anyone's gaze.
The festive chatter in the hall came to a halt, replaced by a heavy silence.