Tyrone's heart raced as he rushed out the door, drawn by the commotion he had heard from the porch. His eyes widened at the sight that greeted him; his father sitting next to Medusa, a smile playing on his lips, while his sister Whitney stood laughing, a glass in her hand.
Tyrone's brow furrowed, a growing sense of anger bubbling within him. He had overheard Whitney's hasty exit, the mention of the mysterious substance setting off alarm bells in his mind. He always suspected that Aleysia's wealthy girlfriend was up to no good.
As the pieces fell into place, Tyrone's suspicions solidified. He had always been wary of the way Medusa had seemingly wormed her way into their lives, the way she had swooped in and saved Aleysia's father's company. And now, she was poisoning his own family with some kind of dangerous substance.
