(From Dion's Perspective)
"You okay, Mum?" I asked Mum as I sat at her table in her office.
"Yeah, fine." She looked pale and worn-out. "Have you seen your sister, Dion? I don't know where she is. She wasn't at breakfast today. I heard she went out. But where? Do you know anything about it?"
I shook my head.
"She keeps worrying me. You know, with all the things regarding Melissa and Abel… Gosh… Then your father…"
"Why is he like that, Mum?"
"It's nothing, Dion."
"Father has always been like that, hasn't he? You never even do anything for him to question your loyalty. Then why?"
"Dion…"
"I am old enough to know these things, Mum. I'm seventeen. I'm not a kid anymore."
