/Amber’s pov/
Jake burst through the front door only a few seconds after I heard the sound of a car approaching the driveway. As he raced towards us, fists clenched, he gave the impression of being murderously furious.
"Everything is in working in perfect order, Jake," we had just come to the end of a conversation. He's made the decision to drop the charges and leave the city behind. "Right, Stephen?"
When his name was brought up, I snorted and recounted what had happened. While looking at me, Jake's expression was filled with shock and astonishment. In the midst of his glare at my father, I felt him grab my arm and tug me behind him. If only external appearances had the ability to kill! Prior to releasing my grip on his arm, I lightly squeezed it to catch his attention.
"Everything
