Thorn

“Moses, my dad is dead. I need to make a statement to the public right now,” I said into the phone. “Could you arrange something quick for me?” I asked him.

Aria was seated on my couch and staring at me.

“Why don’t you seem sad?” She asked.

I covered the speaker with my hand and glared at her.

“What am I being sad about?” I asked her, ignoring the horror in her eyes.

“Your dad might be dead,” she stated. “And you are not even sure yet. You haven’t confirmed,” ...