Dianna’s Point Of View
“Alright. Well, we need to talk,” He said to me.
For some reason, hearing those words made me nervous. I nodded. I shut the door behind me. When do ‘we need to talk’ conversations end well?
“Yeah, sure,” I muttered, smiling small. I walked toward the kitchen to put the things away and I could hear him following behind me as well.
“You can calm down, Dianna. It's nothing bad that I want to talk about,” He said, chuckling. I cleared my throat and turned to him.
“All right then. What is it?” I asked him. I grabbed some ice in a glass before filling it with water.
“I will be on my way back home for a few days. I need to sort out that problem I was telling you about and they have proof that it wasn’t me. I just want to be the one to tell my brother,” He explained to
