#Chapter122

Dad’s advice versus Mom’s advice

Casey

I went home and entered the house, announcing my presence because my dads must know I was still breathing.

“Is there a reason you enter the house sounding like Tarzan?” Gavin asked.

“I thought you would enjoy knowing I’m alive,” I said with a cheeky grin.

“What did you do?”

“Well, I didn’t go to jail. That is a plus.”

Gavin rolled his eyes. Ty came into the house, carrying a bag in each hand.

“Why do you look guilty?” Ty asked.

“There’s no reason.” I shrugged.

“Uh, huh,” Ty said, walking past me.

My dads and I have this unique relationship. They...