it is a late night. The cold breeze running through the city as your father asks Ian to leave the house for a minute as he talks to you. It is about an hour later. You walk out the house. Tears dripping down your face as you look up to see Ian on his phone. He quickly turns it off the look at you. Confused on why your crying since you like never cried. And curious to know what your father said. But he stays silent waiting for you to speak first