33. Short trip

Logan

The thickness in the room was as palpable as the weight on my heart. If you were to ask me what was going on, I wouldn't be able to state it as a matter of fact. All I knew was that we, along with our father, were discussing the progress of the project. However, half of my mind was occupied by something else – Olivia, to be exact.

I knew she had no ill intentions in her actions the other night. She was merely looking out for the family. I hadn't expected Scott to be so open to the matter. I had wanted to intervene but decided it was best to remain silent. Part of me knew that they were right. Such gestures were not a part of the Nero family culture. We didn't take birthday celebrations seriously, nor did we embrace events that wouldn't benefit father positively.

Birthdays were not something I looked forward to, nor had I ever dreamt of them. The last birthday I had celebrated was when I was twelve. I remembered that day vividly. It was the day that revealed my father's true colo