Griffin’s POV
I’ve been at this for hours now, and still nothing. Not a single f*****g clue. Not one that can help me solve this mystery my father yet again f*****g dumped on me to handle and figure out. How is it that a man from the grave still holds so much power?
The room was filled with the scent of old books and burnt dreams. I picked up a stash of books and threw them into the fireplace, their pages crackling as they turned to ashes. I realized how many times I have stood here with matches in my hand, ready to ignite the past. In this very same f*****g room, Mia almost burned the place to the ground.
As I was about to throw another lit match into the fireplace, Mia opened the door. The light of the match shone upon my face, exposing the frustration that had consumed me.
“What are
