brisa frowned, watching phoenix glance around the house and close the blinds, then walk back upstairs.
jack sighed, looking back down to his work.
brisa walked over to him, sitting down quietly. "dad?"
jack looked up quietly, raising an eyebrow. "yeah, bris?"
"why's mum scared?" she murmured, glancing upstairs carefully.
"no reas-" jack started, brisa cutting him off.
"is it grandpa?" brisa frowned.
"what? how do you know about him?" jack blinked, looking at her quickly.
"well he hurt he-" brisa murmured, blinking at him when he cut her off.
"never call ryan grandpa."
"....dad, who's ryan?" brisa frowned, looking at him.
jack blinked, staying still for a second before facepalming. "fuck."