The Silent City

Chapter 2

A Glimpse into Excellence

The Donovan estate, known for its grandeur and elegance, stood as a testament to the family's legacy. Inside, the Donovan family was in the midst of their morning routine, each member occupied yet interconnected by the bonds of family.

Ethan, the eldest son, was already in the garage, tinkering with his prized racing car. His black hair and intense brown eyes reflected his competitive nature and passion for excellence. The smell of gasoline and the sound of metal against metal were a comforting start to his day.

His younger brother, James, a playful 17-year-old with a knack for trouble, burst into the garage, a mischievous grin on his face. "Hey, Ethan! Bet you can't beat me in a race today," James taunted, his extroverted nature always shining through.

Ethan looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're on, little bro. But first, go check on Mom and Dad. They're probably wondering where you are."

James laughed and darted out, heading towards the kitchen where their parents were having breakfast. Their father, a distinguished gentleman with a commanding presence, was engrossed in the morning news. Their mother, elegant and warm, was preparing a healthy breakfast spread, her nurturing nature evident in every detail.

"Morning, James," their mother greeted, her voice a soothing melody. "Did you and Ethan finish your project?"

"Almost, Mom. We're getting there," James replied, grabbing a piece of toast and sitting down. "Where's Dad?"

"Right here, son," his father said, looking up from his newspaper. "Your mother and I were just discussing the upcoming charity gala. You and Ethan will be attending, of course."

James rolled his eyes but nodded. "Yeah, yeah, we'll be there."

Ethan soon joined them, the grease-stained shirt and a satisfied look on his face. "Morning," he greeted, taking a seat next to James.

Their father gave Ethan a proud nod. "How's the car coming along?"

"Great, Dad. Almost ready for the next race," Ethan replied, his competitive spirit shining through.

Their mother smiled, watching her sons with a mixture of pride and amusement. "Just don't get too carried away, Ethan. We want you in one piece for the gala."

Ethan chuckled. "I'll be careful, Mom."

As they ate breakfast, the conversation flowed easily, touching on school, races, and family events. Despite their busy lives and high expectations, the Donovan family shared a close bond, supporting each other through thick and thin.

After breakfast, Ethan and James headed outside, joined by their playful pet dog, Shadow. The trio enjoyed the morning sun, Shadow's antics bringing laughter and lightheartedness to the day. Ethan's competitive nature often clashed with James's playful spirit, but their brotherly bond was unbreakable.

As the day progressed, Ethan's thoughts occasionally drifted to the recent news of the city's mysterious disappearances. While the Donovan family lived in relative safety, the growing unease in the community was hard to ignore. Little did they know, this unseen threat would soon cast a shadow over their seemingly perfect lives.