CROSS
We were sitting outside for a late lunch.
Bren was out there, conversing with her dad. Zellman and Jordan were there, too, but mostly to keep an eye on things. Everyone was on edge. The one who was the most calm was Bren.
I was blaming the concussion.
But still.
We ordered food in, and I was grabbing water in the kitchen for everyone when Channing and Moose got back from running errands.
“Yo.” Channing was coming in, a hard glint to his face.
I was noticing that he had the same look the entire time, and coming to stand next to me, he looked out over the scene before him. A heavy sigh left him, and he crossed his arms over his chest. Moose was coming behind him. He went to the fridge, grabbed a beer, gave me a nod, and headed to the basement.
Channing spoke without looking at
