*Noah*

My blood felt hot as I sat across from my father. It was as if every bone in my body was shaking. My jaw ached from how hard I was grinding my teeth together, but I hardly noticed, flashes of violent images of how I would murder Daven flew through my head at an alarming rate.

In the end, it didn’t really matter how I was going to do it. His blood needed to be spilled, and I was the one who was going to do it.

“Come in, Caleb,” my father ...