Nathan's POV
"Good evening, Mr. Parks. It's been a while," I spoke, my voice colder than the night air surrounding us. I watched as Georgina flinched at the sound of my voice. Her shoulders tensing beneath the oversized hoodie. She tried harder to hide her face, but I could see her knees shaking beneath the fabric of her pants.
The temperature seemed to drop to zero for both Georgina and her father. I could see the beads of sweat forming on Evan's brow despite the cool night.
"Wh- what is happening here? W-what is the meaning of all this, Nathan?" Evan asked, his voice betraying the fear I wanted him to feel. It was clear he was guilty. He knows it, and they all know it.
"Were you not satisfied that your family almost ruined mine over a silly teenage fight? What do you want from us?" E
