Felony

“Are you sure mom and dad have left?” I whisper to Chris as he unlocks the front door of our family home.

“Why are you whispering?” he turns around with an annoyed look on his face. “Do you think I’d be here if they weren’t? I’m not rushing home to spend quality time with our parents these days.”

I called Chris to pick his brain about the meds, and he was just as confused as I was to hear how our father had reacted. Hence, the reason he is here now.

His exact words were “No mission is complete without the third musketeer.”

Shawn glared at Chris, which was comical considering both men were the same size. Right now, they looked like oversized children.

Stepping between them, I walked through the front door and was met with the familiar smell of my mother’s overpriced perfume lingering in the air. It was as if she found a way to place it in the vents so that it would circulate through the entirety of the mansion.

The smell should bring me some sort of warmth, but it feels more like a rem