Blowup

Alicia’s POV

This was a sight I never expected to see.

Cleo, being on the unfriendly end of a gun aimed by Mikael himself.

At first I was calm, then confused, then angry. Absolutely furious.

How dare they play this drama out in a house where MY children were?

“What the hell are you doing?!” I yelled at all three of them.

Cleo openly glared at me.

“Well would you look at that? She’s returned,” her voice was softly spoke but cut like a knife. “And where have you been? Gone on another stroll round the city?”

I grit my teeth. I didn’t want to give off the vibe that I had been doing something incredibly secretive. But from her line of questioning it was clear she was doing this on purpose to rile me up.

“Mikael, put down the gun,” I said. “Whatever lovers quarrel you two have, it will NOT be here that you do this.”

Mikael dropped his hand and took a step back, his emerald eyes fixed on me.

“Alicia-“ Acker stepped forward and I turned my glare on him. “You misunderstand the situation.”

“Oh,