It was finally a new week, Monday morning and the house has finally returned to normal, well almost. The chaotic Hargrove’s event had died down except, well… Theo is still a bit shaken, though he hates to admit it.
I stood in the kitchen, staring at a cup of coffee that had gone cold twenty minutes ago. At times I couldn't help but think about the incident with Hargrove. Did the blackmail actually keep him away for good?
"Theo, you’re going to be late," I called out, trying to keep my voice casual.
Theo walked into the kitchen, his backpack slumped over one shoulder. He looked exhausted. The shadows under his eyes were deep, and he kept rubbing his wrists where the zip-ties had been.
"Do I really have to go?" he asked. "Everyone’s going to be staring. Brandon is going to be there."
