By dessert, the roles had shifted. Sarah was no longer the martyr, Elias was no longer the tyrant, and Julian was forced to realize that the "easy money" he craved was actually the ashes of his father’s pride. They ended the night not with a resolution, but with a heavy, honest exhaustion—the kind that only happens when a family finally stops performing and starts grieving together. Should we focus this story on the legal battle over the sale, or explore the flashbacks that explain Julian’s three-year disappearance?