A story about what’s passed down-and what’s withheld.

After the sudden loss of their father, three adult siblings return every week to their childhood home for Sunday dinner. Their mother, Eleanor, keeps the tradition alive with quiet determination-same roast, same table, same unspoken rules. It feels like a ritual of healing. Of keeping things together.

But beneath the linen napkins and polite conversation, something is shifting.

David, the eldest, assumes he’s next in line-not just for responsibility, but for legacy. Rachel, the middle child, wants fairness but finds herself smoothing over cracks that won’t stay closed. And Nate, the youngest, drifts between obligation and detachment, showing up late, if at all.

And Eleanor? She watches. She remembers. And each dinner brings her one step closer to the decision she’s already made.

Sunday Dinner is a quiet, slow-burn family drama about inheritance, loyalty, and the truths we bury to survive each other.It ends not with a scream, but with a single sentence that changes everything.