Damian
I walk into the dining room, and all eyes are on me. I furrow my brow when Willow starts laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I ask as I take my seat at the table.
“Where’s River?” Stella asks, avoiding my question.
“She’s still asleep. I could have woken her, but it was a long night.”
Willow laughs again. “Yeah, I bet it was.”
“That’s enough, Willow.” Dad snaps. He looks at me. “Daniel okay?”
I nod. “Yeah. I fed and changed him, but he fell back to sleep. So, I put him down while I eat.”
“Didn’t you eat enough last night?”
I narrow my eyes at Willow. “What the fuc.k are you talking about now?”
“Willow,” Mom shakes her head. “Do not say what I think you’re going to say, not in front of Daisy.”
Daisy, my sweet youngest sibling, is nine years old, and so innocent it makes me smile.
