IRANA
"Aslan, what..."
But Aslan breezed past our mom before she could complete her statement.
Her forehead creased in a curious frown as she shifted her gaze me who'd been running after him from the moment we stepped out of the car. "What's wrong with your brother?"
"Mom, are you aware that Dad assembled the elders to go kill the twins' father?"
Mom gasped. "He did that?" She was surprised. "Why would he do that? Are the twins' aware? Oh my. I hope this doesn't cause any..."
Raised voices cut the rest of mom's words off. The sound of an object crashing.
We both speared toward the direction of the sound.
"How dare you talk to me in that manner, you ungrateful child?!" Dad's angry voice boomed.
"Why would you do such, dad?! Why?"
On the ground was one of mom's favorite vase
