For the next two days, I was a struggling corpse. I did everything to convince Eugene I was still here.
It didn't matter I stayed with my parents; he didn't ask me to move in with him. He would always come around to see me. I heard he had moved back to the Phillips estate and was now in control of everything in the household.
It was on Tuesday after I had faked illness yesterday and today's morning for a ticket to stay home from school when I joined my parents for breakfast.
"I am happy you're here." Mom told me and squeezed my hand on the table.
"Uhmm."
"Gunner was here the other day before you came back." She added when the quiet was too uncomfortable, and my eyes lifted from the juice cup to the two adults in the room.
He came to see them?
I didn't speak, though. The surpris
