Fourteen
Griffin
After Phoenix leaves to take Maverick to school, I head to my office and boot up my laptop. All night I debated whether I should look into Phoenix’s past. To google her and see if I can find out anything more about her.
The cursor blinks in the empty box on the Google search engine, and I lean back in my chair. It blinks and blinks like a metronome keeping time while my conscience yells at me for doing this.
Straightening my back, I let my fingers land on the keyboard and tap lightly, not hard enough for a letter to pop up on the screen.
“f**k,” I mumble.
I type in Griffin Thorne instead of Phoenix Bailey.
My Wikipedia page is the first result, but I don’t need to read about how I was brought up by a carpenter and a school guidance counselor. Nor do I need a reminde
