GRIFFIN’S POV
“Marvin, I need you to tell me if it will work to bluff the b***h or not?” I asked in frustration, while Marvin was reading my Father’s letter. Mia is upstairs doing God knows what.
She hasn’t come down since I opened the bottle of whiskey. I still feel fine. For once I drink like a normal person out of a glass and not pouring the alcohol down my throat.
“Marvin?” I yell when he ignores me.
“Can you f*****g calm down? I’m trying to look for clues your Father might have left.”
“He did. He wants me to find my Birthmother.” Marvin glared at me with question marks in his eyes.
“So then we should find her.”
“No, I don’t want to find her. She left me.” I kept quiet before I look like a complete f*****g emotional i***t in front of Marvin.
“Well, she could be the only
