Thomas’ POV
Stacy’s behavior surely was not what we see every day. I did not know what I did to offend her and if I did anything---I surely did not mean to do it. I asked Erin if she had any idea why her mood had taken a sudden shift, but the girl could only shrug her shoulders.
Most of the time, I would let this slide. But right now, I feel that I did something vile and had to ask someone. Anyone will do. I left Erin in the living area, who was so absorbed in the game while munching on a taco and noisily slurping his iced tea. Erma was still in the kitchen, cutting up leafy greens for a salad. I can see cherry tomatoes and goat's cheese already prepped on the counter.
“Hi.” I greeted her like this was the first time that we had seen one another.
“I have the same question as you.”
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