76.The Rage of a Father

Quinn "Why is she not coming home this week again?" I sighed as I laid down on the bench, closing my eyes against the sun. I was tired of the question. I had heard it a lot over the past few weeks from my brothers that I was afraid anytime they opened their mouths, praying that wasn't what they wanted to talk about. Hardly any day passed that they didn't ask me why Mia didn't come home or if I knew anything. Of course, I denied everything. I was glad that she wasn't home. I had misbehaved and I wanted to keep that secret hidden for as long as I could. I had told my brothers not to bother with watching her as I would take all the turns doing so because I didn't want them to know what I had done. I had come to the garden to avoid them and yet they had followed me, asking me if I knew why Mia didn't come home even though I had told them countless times that I had no idea. "I don't know." I replied for the umpteenth time, sighing as I turned on the bench. "You should know." Jack grumbled.