When I returned to the table, Zyon was gone.
I panicked.
"Where is he?" I asked Caspian and Rowen, while mom was still struck in shock, staring at the white wall, like a traumatized person.
I feel really bad for her. This is the last thing a strong woman like my mom deserves from her unfaithful husband. A child. A grown-ass firstborn she didn't know about until this moment, freely taking a seat in her dining room. I wanted to tell her she deserves better, and that it's okay to be mad at dad, but at the same time, we must also perform our duties and protect everyone. Dad said to keep an eye on Zyon. He has to know how dangerous his son might be.
"He just got up and left," Caspian answered.
"Left? Left like where? He disappeared?" I desperately urged for answers, but Caspain and Cylde
