LUCAS’s POV
I slammed my hand on my cabinet in rage. "I can’t believe we have to deal with this s**t," I grumbled.
"Weren’t you the one who suggested to go to that foolish dinner?" Tristen snapped coldly.
I groaned as I turned to face Tristen. He was scrawling as he sat back on my makeshift bike, with Caleb right beside him with hands crossed around his middle. My anger dissolved like a pack of cards, giving room to self-pity.
"What could I have done?" I asked. My brothers huffed in response. "The whole situation is messed up, and I just thought to play along so this family can be whole again. But, when I saw the boys, I just couldn’t beat the rage that I felt."
"You shouldn’t beat it."
I turned to the open doorway to see my father leaning on it with a sigh. I was suddenly filled wit
