MEGAN'S POV
The house is quiet tonight.
And I can't sleep.
I've been lying here in my room for what feels like hours, staring at the ceiling, Dad's words nagging in the back of my mind relentlessly.
"Children need both their parents."
"Don't let your anger poison their relationship with him."
I groan, rolling onto my side and punching my pillow in frustration.
Why does he have to be right?
I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to stop thinking about it.
But it's impossible.
The twins love Xarion. They ask about him constantly. And keeping them away from him because I'm angry?
That's not fair to them.
But it's also not fair to me.
I flip onto my back again, exhaling sharply.
This is ridiculous. I need to sleep. I have a meeting tomorrow, and if I don't get at least a few hour
