Shayna
My mother and father sat back, stunned into blissful silence. I don't think I had ever seen them look so thoroughly chastised. I grabbed Levis's hand, directing his attention to me. I rubbed soft lines on his hand with my thumb as I whispered his name. His brilliant grey eyes — that looked almost blue with the way the sunlight hit them, met mine and softened. The anger had immediately fled his body. Tension dissipated and his muscles relaxed.
"You called this meeting, so what is this about?" My father asked, business returning to his features. He straightened his suit and rested his folded hands on the conference table.
"I want answers," I said. He blinked at me once. Twice.
"Answers for what?"
"I want to know why. Why was I treated differently? Why was I neglected my whole
