Reed POV
I raised my hand to knock on the office door, but before I could, I heard Mom’s soft voice. “Come on in, boys.”
Mom was seated on one end of the couch she had in the office curled up with a cup of tea in her hands. Dad was standing by the small bar behind the desk. “Before we get started boys, how strong of a drink am I going to need for this talk?”
Lucas and I sit ourselves down in the two wingback chairs that sit across from the couch. I turned towards Dad to answer him. “Well, we haven’t done anything wrong, we just have some questions about a couple of things that have happened. So you choose.”
Dad lets out a long sigh, grabs four glasses, a bottle of scotch and makes his way over to the couch beside Mom. He places the glasses down, pours roughly two shots into each glass,
