MARCELINE'S HOME

POV MARCELINE

Taking a seat next to me, Grey gave me a side-eyed look of question. I responded with a small shrug of my shoulders. I didn't know any better than him what my parents wanted. But I had a small feeling I knew what it was.

"I read an interesting article today," my mother started. I looked over at my father, but he wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Oh, what about?" I asked.

"It was about you two," my mother continued, her voice hard and ...