Aaron’s POV
The front door slammed shut behind me as I stepped inside. The heavy silence in the living room was worse than shouting.
My father stood by the fireplace, jaw clenched, fingers flexing like he was imagining wrapping them around something or someone’s throat.
“You’re back. “ His voice was ice.
I didn’t answer. My skin still burned from the argument earlier, from the way he’d looked at Amy before her mother peeled out of the driveway like the house was on fire.
“You and Amy, “ he said, nostrils flaring, “are going to separate schools. Effective immediately. “
My stomach dropped.
“What? “
“I’ve made arrangements. You’ll be sent upstate. Amy will go elsewhere. “
I forced a breath.
“You can’t just ship us off like unwanted luggage. “
His fist slammed onto the mantel.
