Max pov.
Everyone has been walking on eggshells around me since yesterday's performance. Not that I cared, they didn’t care about what was happening to me, so I won’t care what they think or feel at the moment. What was surprising to me was Miles' conduct. He was ignoring me, not a bad thing but for him to shut up and be still is a rare sight. I went to the kitchen to eat, this time I won’t wait for them to go to sleep. When entering the room, it got quiet. No one tried to make eye contact with me. Ignoring their presences I opened the fridge and found some leftovers, steak with mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables.
Their food here is good, not gonna lie. I give the chefs some praises in my head and grab the plate to reheat in the microwave. You know that feeling you get when some
