The Hank family gathered in the dimly lit den, their faces heavy with sorrow. The room was unnervingly quiet save for the ticking sound of the grandfather clock in the room.
Evelyn sat stiffly on the couch, clutching a crumpled tissue, her usually warm eyes now clouded with worry. Desmond stood near the window, his hands buried deep in his pockets, staring into the garden as though searching for answers.
Tom sat between his mother and Lucy, his arm around her and his expression unreadable.
Sonia was seated across Lucy, watching everyone with an unreadable expression while Bryan sat beside her holding her hand in his.
No one spoke at first. It was as if putting their shock into words would make it even more real.
They all raised their heads when Jade walked in with Harry, "Any plan yet? What are we going to do?" Jade asked without sitting, breaking the silence in the room.