MIA’S POV
“What are you doing here?” I asked when I opened the door after Trudy almost bang the door off.
“I need to see Griffin.” she stands in front of me looking like she hasn’t slept for days, not that any of us had a good night rest in days.
“He’s still sleeping and I’m not waking him up, if it’s so important then...” she squeezed right past me to the study room, cutting me off.
“I will wait here.” She pulled out a bottle of whisky and pour in a glass. Well, that’s at least a bonus. If I ever doubt that Griffin is her son, I no longer have any doubts.
“It’s 8 a.m in the morning.” I glared at her while she pours the whisky down her throat.
“I needed that.” I rolled my eyes when she said that. I heard those words too many times.
“What’s so important? We have Gretha’s family
