*Matthew's POV*

I watched as Trinity left the room, wondering if she actually had to use the bathroom or if she was upset and didn't want to show it.

If I didn't have Michael on my lap, I would have followed after her, just to be safe.

Instead, I focused my attention back on my parents. Specifically, my father.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked, glad that Michael was too young to start repeating ...