Irony. Whatever Moreau was doing never escaped the glint in Abihirt's gray eyes. She felt particularly nervous when her stepfather appeared to be waiting for something, perhaps placing the plastic garbage under the foot of the bed, and downing the full glass of water in the bottle she had bought with Juan that day. Moreau would never forget to bring it with her everywhere, even to this place... had just set it down on the nightstand, then glanced at her stepfather with an unexpected feeling.
Moreau's breath hitched, then pulled the blanket over herself.
"If you don't want to go home. You can wait on the sofa or go meet Juan outside, I want to rest." She added while adjusting her position to lie down.
Not so fast. Well, not when Abihirt switched to sitting with half of his body facing he
