Finn POV

My father returns fuming

He opens the front door with a loud slam, his anger coming out in waves. 

I stick to the top of the stairs and watch him drop his folder on the table in the living room. He stands there for a moment with both hands curled into a tight fist. His shoulders are tight, his breathing audible from where I'm standing.

Then Nova comes in behind him.

If my father is a storm that hasn't broken yet, Nova is a storm that is brewing. She walks through the door with her jaw set and her eyes red with a kind of fury she only...