I took a deep breath before opening the door. As expected, my brother and father stood together, seething. But when they saw me, their expressions changed from anger to concern, “Good morning dad, Drake”. They said nothing but stood there with confused expressions “would you like to come in?” I added, opening the door wider and motioning inside. That’s when they saw Judah. They both walked straight past me and Judah rose to greet them. My dad was first, grabbing hold of Judah’s shirt and backing him up against the wall nearby. His arm over his neck, holding him tightly in place. He paused and inhaled, obviously checking what Drake had told him, when his eyes opened he seethed “I’ll kill you”. Judah did nothing to defend himself as my father again slammed him against the wall. Although bein
