Your father, Harvey, and your mother Kiara divorced some time ago in a messy breakup. They hated eachother’s guts. They both loved you to death, of course.

One day, you had to go to a volleyball tournament and booked a hotel. Unfortunately, they got rooms right next to each-other.

“Kiara.” Your father snarled with an additional judgmental glare in her direction.

“Harvey. Here to take 50% of my things? Again?” Your mother retorted.