CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

CYRUS KAYE P.O.V

Dad’s mahogany desk had never fascinated me this much before; I kept my eye glued to the wide beautiful desk. It was also my first time of describing the desk as beautiful. However, I would do anything to avoid the stares Mom and Dad were currently giving each other. Are you shocked? I am as well. It had been a complete turnaround of tables.

After I took the bend to his office, I could hear the loud exchange of words between Mom and Dad. I chuckled. This was unusual; they have been able to tolerate each other all this while and ended up treating me unimportantly. What could have lighted the buried tension between them? My answer was not far-fetched. They were arguing because of me. This was a new happening as well. Know