LUCAS had been dealing with, frankly a terrible cold and a complete lack of sleep.
Avery hadn’t texted tonight, he was up worrying about a game—college scouts were coming, and he needed to be brilliant—so he walked downstairs, to see his aunt sitting at the table, a stack of bills in front of her.
“Aunt Cam,” he said slowly, trying not to startle her.
Camila looked up, her eyes widening, and immediately tried to cover the bills with her arms.
Lucas sighed. Money had been less tight since they managed to move to this neighbourhood and Camila had gotten richer clients, but he knew his aunt still worried, especially since she had to send both of them to college so soon. She tried to hide it from then, though. Lucas loved her.
“What happened?” She asked, looking at him in concern.
“I can
