"Everything okay?" Dad is standing in the living room, arms crossed.

"Belle and I broke up."

"Want to talk about it?"

"Nope." I head straight for the kitchen. The spicy aroma of taco meat fills the room, and my stomach rumbles even though the thought of eating makes me sick. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and disappear into my room. My solitude doesn't last long, though.

"What's going on, Grays?" Dad asks as he pulls out my ...