Grant

I dropped the phone and just stood there for a second, exhaling like the weight of the entire family name was lodged in my chest.

Honestly, what’s left to be surprised about? Every time I think we’ve hit rock bottom, Hunter and my mother seem to find a pickaxe and start digging deeper.

At this point, I’m done. Checked out. Detached.

Whatever happens to the Pembroke legacy, I refuse to let it keep dragging me down. But it’s hard not to feel the rage crawl up my spine when I ...