"What's going on here?" Caspian's question hangs in the air, his eyes darting between his father and the sheet of paper in my hand. Instinctively, my hands drop to my sides, the paper clutched tightly in my fist. Caspian's gaze follows the movement, his eyes lingering on the paper before snapping back to my face, his jaw clenched in anger. He takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing as I hide behind my back, a defensive gesture that only pisses him off more.

"What's that?" He ...