"He really doesn't deserve you. You've been with him for how long?" Nolan's eyes fall on me, tenderly.

"Three years." I answer, hoping to take the phone from him, but he doesn't budge. He keeps his attention on the video, gripping the side of the phone almost to the point of smashing it over.

Just then, Father walks in through the main door, darting his eyes on each one of us before settling it on the phone in Nolan's hand.

"What's happening here?" He inquires. Mother rushes forward to ...