“Do not space out on me kid. Is the pain that bad?” Large hands gripped my shouders and walked me to the cream couch in dad’s room.
Groaning at the fingers grazing my injured arm caused the tension in the room to ratchet up several levels. The hands left my shoulders as soon as my butt hit the couch. I looked up to find my dad’s green eyes staring back at me worriedly.
“What happened?”
“You spaced out. Love, get Syl.” Mum walked out immediately, her walk almost a jog.
“I’m okay. Really.”
“Its not like you to stare off into space in the middle of your sentence, son.”
The landline rang. For some reason, father insisted on using the archaic thing to receive calls in the office. “Alpha Gray here.” His frown was still etched deeply onhis face and was now evident in his voice.
How long do
