Keegan’s Point of View

As usual, I woke up to my wife arguing about something over the phone, she had been doing that recently—I don’t even know who she talks to anymore, sometimes it’s business, sometimes her worker, and other times, her other son, Thorne.

I hate the fact that she wakes up so early and then wake me by arguing into the phone, just as I was brooding about the fact that she had been yelling, the sound of my phone blasting from the edge of the table.

My eyes met with ...