Ren's pov Irwin and Ariel Hawthorne, otherwise known as my parents, were like the sun and the moon, like fire and ice, like oil and water. Just think of anything that did not mix well or ever seem to meet and that was my parents for you. So imagine my surprise when I walked in on them today and found them sitting together quietly in my father's study, not trying to tear each other apart with words or bickering like children. The worst part? They looked so good together on the outside that no one would know that their marriage was only on paper and that they were probably the worst people for each other. I dreaded the conversation that I was about to have with them as much as I dreaded seeing them together but apparently the only people who did not seem to agree that they were bad fo