{ Daniel }
As soon as my wife arrives, complaining to her sisters about something I don't understand, I walk over to her and grab her hand.
"Can we go talk, in your room?" I ask and she falls silent, looking at me with confusion and starting to smell of concern.
I don't have a speech planned, I just follow Clara up the stairs until we reach her room, forcing myself not to breathe so I don't smell Oliver because I already know he ran to hide in his room like the sneaky squirrel he is.
"Okay... what's wrong?" Clara asks as soon as she closes the door and gives me a look full of concern, "I already know there's something weird going on in the family since yesterday. I'm not stupid. I can tell they are hiding something and I know it's not about my dad."
"No, it's not about that," I star
