Lena
I stared at the content of the message in shock. A video of loaded guns and bullets was being displayed. The voice of my father could be heard in the background. "Lena." I looked up to Uncle who made his way inside the room.
"What-is-" I stuttered, my eyes going from the phone back to him. He was quick to snatch the phone away. "What are you doing with my phone?"
The rate at which my heart was thumping grew. Shock gripped me. "The video was sent by Dad. Why are they guns and bullets, Uncle?" I asked.
"It's nothing for you to worry about. Eric was probably forwarding something funny." He ushered rounding to his desk. "You shouldn't touch my things without my permission."
I was confused as hell. Why would Dad send something like that to Uncle? When he's under medication. And the
