Dad opens his mouth, but Levi’s the one who speaks, “With all due respect, sir, and knowing my next statement won’t make me your favorite person, that sort of thing isn’t the business of anyone present here.” A vein pops in my father’s forehead, and the way his hazel eyes slash toward Levi seems sharp enough to cut. Mom’s face hardens, her fingers flinching around the glass she’s holding. Levi gives neither of them the opportunity to step in before he’s done. “What Rose does with her body shouldn’t be brought up so casually or with that tone of accusation.”
