"Honey, don't you have any more Evian?"
Delnard paused by the foyer of his New York apartment. The sound of his mother's voice was the last thing he expected. He cursed silently because he was not in the right state of mind to have both his parents in his apartment at the moment.
He had just learned that his father had orchestrated the murder of Jonathon's father and that somehow, despite not tainting herself with Jason's blood, his mother had been abet to the crime.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was quickly losing control. He was still reeling from his father's confession and he did not think he had enough strength to keep up the farce if his parents start to clash.
"Something wrong, son?"
Delnard stiffened but turned around to look at his father. He forced a smile.
