XANDER
I have been avoiding Father for weeks now.
He is allowing me to do so too, letting me stew in my feelings, only sending me to do light grunt work. Daniel hasn’t tried to kill me, so I guess that’s great, and my father has not mentioned Melissa, meaning he doesn’t know about us, which is also great news.
Melissa has only contacted me twice: first to tell me her family didn’t kill her and second to ask to see me. I haven’t responded to either text, but it’s all I can think about as I wait patiently for my father to finish a conversation with his right-hand man, Lorenzo, in hush whispers in the hallway, of the small house where the Amory family has all its meetings.
Moments later Father enters, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt with a grunt as he throws himself into the chai
