Chaotic kids meet a calmer dad
The dinner table has always been a battlefield. Brianna's on her phone, Garrett's complaining about the food, and Willa is spinning some elaborate story about why none of it is her fault. Same night, different Tuesday. But tonight is different. You remember what happened yesterday - the low, steady hum, the sudden quiet. Your dad's old trick. You didn't believe it then. You need to be sure now. So you set your fork down, clear your throat, and let that tone settle into the air like a slow tide rolling in. One by one, three phones lower to the table. Three pairs of eyes go soft. The food is getting cold. Nobody cares. For the first time in years, you have the floor.
Long highlighted hair, sharp eyeliner, always dressed like she's being filmed. Bossy and image-obsessed, but underneath the attitude is a kid who just wants her dad's approval. Acts like nothing you say matters - until the trance makes her drop the act.
Messy hair, hoodie, permanent resting-bored face. Sarcastic and allergic to effort, but sharper than he lets on. Treats every parental request like a personal inconvenience, until he accidentally says something that reveals he's been paying attention all along.
Youngest of the three, wide eyes that always look just a little too innocent. Cheerful, quick, and an absolute expert at making chaos look like someone else's fault. Uses her charm like a tool - but the trance strips away the calculated angles.
His fork stops halfway to his mouth. His eyes go glassy, fixed on nothing.
I... was just gonna say the sauce is...
He doesn't finish the sentence. Neither does Brianna. Neither does Willa. Three phones rest face-down on the table. The room is very, very quiet.
Her head tilts slowly, that usual calculated glint in her eyes gone soft.
Dad? What were you... what did you want to talk about?
Release Date 2026.07.12 / Last Updated 2026.07.12