Eliza's pov-

"I think it's time to tell Philip the truth," I say to the person that I'm on the phone with

"What no! He's too young!" I hear a groggy voice answer, like if they had just woken up.

I frown, "It's been too long. He deserves to know the truth..."

I could feel them tense. We had always planned not to tell Philip what actually happened. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I sigh. I don't want to tell him, but the truth always finds a way to come out, one way or another.

Huffing, I hear the person on the other side, "I don't want to tell him anything John would like to tell or not tell Philip himself."

I didn't want to tell Philip what happened without someone. Philp has... anger issues, to say the least. Not that I was worried that he would hurt me or himself. "Yeah, see you in five."

"Alright, I'll be there." They say, with loud footsteps following.

"Bye."

I hung up and slipped my phone back into my pocket. I turned to go back into the kitchen when I saw an old picture on the wall of Philip, Alexander, and I. If life was only still that easy.