A few hours later, all of us (Mum, dad, Quincy, Noah, Tierra, and myself) were gathered in the parlor. Mum and Quincy were supposed to be reminding dad and Noah of the plan whilst informing Tierra and myself of the “development” (As dad called it). But instead, it looked like they were gently arguing.“We will not burden you wonderful people any longer by staying with you, increasing the risk...