Ethan's POV
As I stepped into the living room with Grandpa Franklin, I felt like I was walking into a family portrait - if that portrait was painted by someone who exclusively used shades of beige and disapproval. The room was packed with vaguely familiar people, probably because they shared my DNA.
Grandpa cleared his throat. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Ethan Williams, David and Susan's son."
The silence that followed was so thick you could have sliced it with a knife and served it as the world's most awkward dessert. I could hear the dust settling on the antique furniture, punctuated only by the occasional cough or rustle of clothing as my relatives shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
"Ethan, let me introduce you to the family," Grandpa continued, seemingly oblivious to the fro
