Rain fell steadily over Moon Estate, drumming softly against the tall windows of the feeding chamber. Dinner had long since grown cold, and the servants stood quietly along the walls, exchanging worried glances as they watched the two pups.
Bryan sat with his tablet on the table in front of him, but he had stopped tapping the screen. His arms were folded across his chest as he stared at the untouched food beside him. Charlotte sat beside him with a small tablet of her own, slowly dragging her finger across the screen without paying much attention to what she was doing. Her little feet swung beneath her chair while her plate remained untouched.
Emma looked from one face to the other. She had tried everything she could think of. She had reasoned with them, promised them dessert, and even threatened to cancel their playtime the following day. Nothing had worked. Every time she asked Bryan to eat, he simply gave her the same answer.
"I'll eat when Father comes."
