I lay in bed, under cast, numbly staring out of the window, my thoughts elsewhere, while Cyrus scolded, "Look what he's done to Jack! If I hadn't been so lucky, by now I would have been dead! He has to come and apologize to me, or else…"

Mr. Monroe glared at him. "Family matters shouldn't be let out. If you call the police, don't imagine I won't disown you as my son!"

Cyrus, gasping with fury, stabbed at me with a finger and cried, "Dad, why are you biased? Lyon is your son, but am I not your grandson?" An.

Mr. Monroe answered, "Don't forget that it was Lyon who...