I grimace. “Brogan just died. The funeral will be this weekend.” She sighs heavily. “I’m sorry for your loss.” “Dad should be there. It’s not a bad drive. He could come back and—” “It’s not always about you, Arrow.” I clench my fists and bite my tongue. “Fine. Have fun.” She nods and starts toward the stairs, then stops and turns back to me. “Piece of advice, Arrow?” She tilts her head to study my face. “About Mia?”
