For about a minute, the room was very silent. I was seated on the couch beside Cal and Dane was seated on the other couch, angled at a way that allowed him to look at Cal and me. Not that he actually cared about me being in the room; his main focus was on Cal who had been glaring at him. I felt extremely uncomfortable and I knew Cal was as well. I felt it in the way he grabbed my arm to make me sit down. He wanted to keep me close as though his father would try to do something unnecessary.
Dane had never been violent with anyone or his family, but it was not to say that there could not be a first time for anything. His hands were balled into fists and I was glad to be seating beside Cal.
"You behave as though I was not open-minded about the choices you had," Dane began in a near silent b
