A Fathers Plea

THE FIVE MINUTES

~SIENNA POV~

I dropped Dario and lunged for the kitchen, my hands scrambling across the counter until they closed around the handle of the largest knife we owned, the one I used to cut vegetables because we couldn't afford pre-cut anything, and I spun around with it raised between me and Rafael, the blade shaking so badly it caught the overhead light and sent shadows dancing acros