[Phreya]

It had been two days since the confrontation at the family house, and the lingering taste of ash and cheap drama still hadn't completely washed out of my mouth. The frantic screams, my father’s trembling hands, Lana’s pathetic attempt at damage control—it had all been a hollow, theatrical show. A family pretending to have morals only when backed into a corner.

At least that’s what I told myself.

Part of me knew that it was more than that. That it was deeper than that–more ...