*~*Reagan's POV*~*
Monday, after being in our own places for about two weeks, give or take a day or two, I got a call from Dad. He was cheerful and in good spirits, but I am not sure how much of that was true or if it was just an act.
"Hey, son!" He sounded so jovial when I answered the phone.
"Hey, Dad, what's up?" I was walking back toward the condo with the others, and I noticed that they had a call as well. Well, Luka did and the others were listening in.
