Standing at the front door, I closed my eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath, promising myself that I would do anything to protect Imani and Ana even if that meant risking my own life. Poison might’ve been known for killing people, but we protected those we cared about, too. That was what I would do now.
When the doorknob rattled again, I pulled open the door and aimed my gun at … my parents. Dad stumbled back a few feet until he reached Mom’s side. She stood next to him with a thin spring jacket curled around her body, shivering.
“Landon,” she said softly. “It’s been so long.”
Dad walked closer to me. “Son, how are you doing?”
“What the f**k are you doing?!” I shouted at them.
Dad opened his big mouth to say something, but Mom beat him to it. “We’re back. We realized our mi
