(Danny POV)I rang the doorbell.When my parents didn’t answer, I rang it again.And again. And again.I didn’t care how late it was. Some things couldn’t wait.Jenna had taught me that lesson.Eventually, on the 5th ring, my parents answered the door. They were together, both wearing bath robes and rumpled hair, both looking disoriented from the unexpected interruption.“Danny?” my mother gasped as soon as she saw me, her voice a mixture of concern and confusion.“Mother,” I acknowledged her, with an unmistakable sharpness in my tone.My father leaned into the doorway.“What the hell, Son? Do you have any idea what time it is?” he growled.I ignored him, choosing to simply push my way inside.“We need to talk,” I informed them.“It is two o’clock in the morning,” my father protested. He was getting angrier by the second.“If you are tired, brew a pot of coffee,” I said coldly.“Danny, what’s going on?” my mother asked, concern written all over her face.She approached me with b
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