Klayton's P.O.V.
1:00 am.
Klayton's Private Jet.
Flying From New York City To North Carolina.
Numb, heartbroken, angry, devastated, hurt, sad.
These are just some of the emotions I've been feeling ever since I received the devastating and heartbreaking phone call from my father this morning.
It wasn't odd or out of the norm for one of my parents to call me during the day, especially my mother who always seems to know when I'm super busy and decides to call me up just for a chat even though she knows I'm a busy man and can't talk to her, so it didn't strike me as strange or odd that I was receiving a phone call from my dad that early in the morning.
What was strange about the call which immediately had me on edge and feeling like there was something seriously wrong was when I answere
