“You never told me you had a brother, River,” Riley said, her tone sharp and accusing.
River’s jaw tightened, his expression shadowed. “I try to forget it myself,” he murmured.
Tiffany felt her irritation spike. “You’re not making any sense, Dad,” she said, her voice edged with impatience.
River sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Technically, he’s my half-brother. We have the same mother but different fathers. And this is something I’d rather discuss at home, not here at Lucas’s school,” he said, motioning for them to follow him down the hallway.
“Um… Mr. Foster, should I call the police?” Ms. Monroe asked hesitantly, her voice trembling slightly.
River’s head snapped sharply toward her, his expression hard. “No! I’ll take care of this on my own,” he said, his voice firm and unyie
