AN: Since nobody reviewed, I just decided to continue. Sorry this chapter was so short, but it was necessary. Please R&R! PLEASE!

Glory POV

"Where's the book?" Mother asked as soon as she walked through the door.

Father's face paled. "We're putting him in the book?"

"Yeah," Mother said quietly.

"What's the book?" I interrupted.

Mother and Father looked at each other, as if they were having a silent conversation. I hated when they did that. But, I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world.

Mother gulped. "Well, after the war-"

I gasped. "The war that you started? The war that killed thousands?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"Gulliver was right!" I ran upstairs to my room before I could show my parents how much it pained me to hear of someone's death.

Katniss POV

I heard the frustration in Glory's voice. I didn't know who Gulliver was, but I was sure that I hated him. I knew that my little girl was compassionate, and it wasn't his place to tell her about the war.

Peeta shot me a worried glance. "She was bound to know sometime."

"But from a guy that we don't even know?" I retorted.

"Would it have been better if she had heard from us?" Peeta yelled.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, it would," I screamed.

"How?" He said icily.

"Anything would have been better than having her hear from a person that we don't even know!"

Peeta stared at me, and then said, "If we had told her, who would have said it?"

I looked at the ground. "Probably you," I said in a small voice.

Peeta looked at me, disgusted, and then walked away.

Glory POV

I ran up to my room and cried. Gulliver was right. My parents did kill thousands.

As I reached my bed and stared at the rusty orange walls, I heard my parents shout at each other.

I couldn't believe it. They were fighting. They never fought before.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. What if they are going to get a divorce?

I had to know what was going on. So, I went downstairs, and saw Mother sitting on the chair, crying.

"Mother, what happened?"

Mother looked at me, and then said, "Your father and I got in a fight."

My suspicions were confirmed.

"But," I said quietly, "You guys never fought before."

"I know."

I looked into Mother's eyes and started crying again.

"What's wrong?" Mother asked me.

"Are-are y-you guys going to d-divorce?" I sobbed.

Mother walked over to me.

"No! We just had a little disagreement!" She pulled me into her arms.

She rubbed my back as I finished crying.

"What's going to happen?" I said as I sniffled.

"I don't know." Mother replied earnestly.