Kaela

I watched as my mother and one of my fathers, Lynch, walked out of the room.

My mother was stronger than what she deemed herself to be, and I really admired her, but this time, I was worried for her safety and that of my other father and unborn sibling.

My fingers curled tightly into a fist. I wanted to follow her and protect her, also.

That thought kept repeating itself as I walked away from the room. Around me, everything looked normal but I knew it was just a facade. ...