Phoenix
Robyn's fists curled up under the table, and her face took on a wooden expression, like she was feeling absolutely nothing. But I knew it was only a mask to hide her tumultuous emotions. “Whatever you say, Professor.” Her voice had a strange, mechanical cadence to it. I half expected her to jump across the table and throat punch my father at any moment.
And he totally would have deserved it.
However, Bentley Howser Brooks had the situation in hand. He set an expensive looking briefcase on the table and snapped open the cover with a satisfying pop. He pulled out an ordinary looking folder and set it on the table, before ceremoniously closing the briefcase and setting it beside him on the floor. “Perhaps you’d like to come clean with your sons, Professor Williams, before we
