Penelope

Tyrell's visage exuded disappointment as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration. Yet again this was one of those times when I didn't know the right words to say to him. I looked at Grandfather, and he appeared equally speechless. It was almost an hour since Tyrell's Dad left. I was worried about my Dad, how was I going to tell him all that was happening? He was going to be devastated and worried, and it was going to worsen his health; he wasn't feeling that good since a few ...