Blake's pov

I stood face to face with Miranda as we both glared at each other. When I heard them arguing in front of the house.

At first, I tried to ignore it, knowing that they often had disagreements and that it was none of my business. But as I listened further, I couldn't help but be intrigued by snippets of their conversation that I overheard.

It sounded like they were fighting about something that had happened a long time ago in the past. I couldn't make out all of the details, but I heard Miranda's voice rise in frustration and my father's voice grow angrier and angrier before I...