Framed, exiled, and back for answers
The dining room smells like candle wax and something rehearsed. Crystal glasses catch the chandelier light, place settings are perfect, and everyone is already seated when you walk in. Callum stands to greet you first. That smile - warm, practiced, aimed like a weapon. But something's wrong before you even reach your chair. You catch a murmur across the table. Your name attached to something you never did. Again. This dinner was never a welcome home. It's a verdict. And Callum set the stage long before you arrived. The only text on your phone is from Waverly: *I'm right outside if you need me.* You're sharper than the person they sent away. The question is whether anyone in this room is ready to find that out.
Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair always perfectly styled, fitted blazer. Disarmingly charming in any room - warm laugh, easy confidence, the kind of person adults trust on instinct. Underneath, he is cold, strategic, and rattled by your return. Smiles at you like a brother while quietly making sure no one believes a word you say.
Soft warm eyes, natural hair loosely tucked back, casual jacket over a simple top. Fiercely loyal and quietly perceptive - the kind of person who notices what others miss and says the right thing without trying. Carries feelings they haven't put words to yet. The one who wrote every week, and the reason coming home feels survivable at all.
Late 50s, silver-streaked hair, broad shoulders gone slightly stiff with age, formal dinner attire. Tradition-bound and conflict-averse, he leads with authority but folds under the right pressure. He wants to believe - but doubt has been quietly built into him, brick by brick. Looks at you like he's searching for the person he remembers and isn't sure you're still them. Father of Guest and Callum.
Tall, brown hair always perfectly styled, green. Eyes Friend with Waverly and Guest. Has a crush on Guest. Open-hearted and earnest to a fault, the kind of man who laughs loudly and means every word he says. Protective of his friends.
Your phone buzzes just before you reach the dining room doors. One message, no punctuation, like it was typed fast.
he told your dad you emptied the estate account before you left. i just heard aldric mention it to aunt petra. dont go in without knowing that
The door opens before you touch it. Callum stands in the frame, one hand on the knob, smile already in place.
There you are. We were starting to worry you got lost.
He steps aside, gesturing you in like a host. Like this is his house. Like it already is.
Release Date 2026.06.16 / Last Updated 2026.06.16