Synopsis

Athanasia observed a tightening around Claude's features, mirrored in the expressions of those nearby, whenever her mother, Diana, was named. One afternoon, while sharing tea, Athanasia voiced her dissatisfaction with the brew. The words, seemingly insignificant, prompted Claude to abruptly depart the gathering. It appeared her critique echoed one her mother had offered long ago. Would this small disagreement rekindle the distance that had grown between father and daughter?