Old Money
Sound Mind

Sunday Dinner

August 25, 2026 · Part 1 of 10 · 2 min

Cornelius Hargrove sat at the head of his own dining table and pretended he did not know whose house it was.

"Whose place is this again?" he asked, blinking at the chandelier like he'd never seen it.

Silence. Forks stopped.

"Dad." Barnaby leaned forward, voice syrupy with concern. "This is your house. You built it."

"Did I?" Cornelius frowned, letting his hand tremble around his water glass. Just enough. Not too much.

Across the table, Odalys touched her husband's arm, and something passed between them too fast for most people to catch. Cornelius caught it. Seventy-eight years old, and his eyes still worked fine.

"Maybe we should call the specialist again," Odalys said, soft as a knife wrapped in silk. "Just to check his levels."

"I'm fine," Cornelius snapped, then blinked again, softening it, letting confusion flood back into his face like a tide he couldn't hold. "Where's my coat? I told the driver six o'clock."

"It's inside dinner, Dad." That was Wilhelmina — Minnie, everyone called her — reaching to steady his glass before it tipped. Her hand on his wrist was warm and unhurried and asked nothing of him. "You're not going anywhere tonight."

Percival hadn't said a word all evening. He picked at his food, jaw tight, eyes flicking to his phone every few minutes like it might bite him.

"Percy," Cornelius said, testing. "You look thin."

"I'm fine, Dad." Percival didn't look up.

Dinner ended the way it always did now — too early, too careful, everyone treating him like a piece of furniture that might suddenly catch fire. He let Minnie walk him to his study, kissed her cheek, told her to go home to her own family. Then he waited until the house had gone quiet enough, and went looking for his coat, which he did not need, in the hallway outside the kitchen.

That was where he heard them.

"—can't wait for the doctor to catch up every time," Odalys was saying, low and fast. "Alaric says if we file before the next evaluation, the judge won't even blink."

"And if he has a lucid week?" Barnaby's voice, tighter than his wife's.

"Then we move it up," Odalys said. "This week."

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