*Grayson POV*
I felt like I was going to throw up everything that was in my stomach, which honestly wasn't much. I haven't had much of an appetite the past few days, and I didn't see it coming back any time soon. I was hoping no one else noticed that I had been picking at my plate, but somehow I think that was wishful thinking.
Inside the small office, my dads sat on the sofa, and Freya and I took each of the chairs. I wasn't sure how to start this conversation, so I just blurted out the first things that came to my mind.
"Thank you all for speaking with me. I think the four of us have a lot of things to discuss. Daddy, I would like to speak to you first. I want to apologize for putting you in a precarious situation. It wasn't my intention, but I didn't know who else to turn to, and I
