PHOENIX

I took careful steps into the living room, it isn't often I get into this part of the house.

Mom was sitting on the couch, a serious expression on her face. I knew something was up.

"Phoenix, we need to talk.” she said, her voice gentle but firm. Something was wrong and I knew that it had to do with Gregory, maybe she was about to confirm what I already knew.

The only thing I don't understand is why she would feel the need to tell me, they never liked me anyway.

I sat down beside her, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

"What is it?" I sat at...