I eye Blake with uncertainty as I sit on his unmade bed. I haven't been in this room in over a year and I feel so uncomfortable right now.
"You wanted to talk." I say impatiently. I want out.
"You don't get to talk to me like that young lady. You're in my house."
"Technically, I'm in our house. Our parents owned this so I have every right to be here."
"Our parents." He spits angrily. "Our parents indeed."
"Tell me about what you know about them."
"Tell me about Mr Marshal first."
"I already told you everything I had to say about him. How do you even know what he told me last night? Are you having me followed around?"
"No. I was having him followed around."
"Why"
He keeps his blank eyes on the wall behind me.
"I thought that he was my father."
"What?"
"Rub that expression off
