My mother is an intimidating woman when she wants to be. She met both of us with a straight face, but her eyes were slit in such a way, that I knew she had to be pissed. Or in this case, beyond pissed.

I wanted to sink into the couch as both my parents came into view, my father holding a near same expression as my mother. He couldn’t hide is anger well, though, and his mouth was tilted in a frown.

Connell looked at both of them, trying to decide on the best way to talk to them.

“Good to see you,” he said slowly.

My mother blinked, before...