DILLON
Everyone, except Ollie, is seated around the dinner table when I get back home.
I join them, unable to walk upstairs and be in the same room with her. I'm afraid to face her after what I said to her. I didn't mean any of it but I can't take it back because the damage has already been done.
"Should I serve you?" Mother asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Thank you, Mother. I'll do it," I say, picking a plate from the center of the table and placing it right in front of me.
"You seem quite disturbed," she says. "What's bothering you?"
I shrug, "I'm just tired. Why isn't Ollie here?"
Mother and Becca look at each other and then at their plates.
"She hasn't been out of her room since she got back from wherever last night," Becca says, rolling her eyes.
"You didn't come home
