Can’t have all the smart kids

Curious, Slater reached for the bottle of pills at the pit of the cushion and armrest. The bottle was small and sleek, easily fitting in his hand.

"Since when did Uncle Stephen start taking maintenance medication?" he wondered to himself, thinking this was just a pill that Stephen took. However, looking at the bottle, he noticed there was no label on it, which seemed strange.

As Slater pondered, he heard his father speak.

"Dad, you've never changed, have you?" Charles sighed, pushing himself up from his chair. "It might be easy for you to abandon people—even if they're family. I'm not saying Sven Bennet didn't deserve to be locked up for what he did. However, I'm sure this isn't easy for Stephen either. As a father, I understand him."

Charles shook his head and faced his father squarely. "I'll go follow him."

"Hah! As if anything you say will help his son."