RUBBY'S POV
It was Alex on the TV again; different news channels carried the news with terrible headlines.
I stared at Josh, the stranger who had taken me in, as he sat stiffly on the couch, his eyes locked onto the television screen with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.
The flickering images reflected in his pupils, but his expression was what unsettled me the most. It was raw, filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite place, anger and hatred? Or something more sinister?
“Josh?” I called his name softly, not wanting to startle him, but he didn’t respond.
I tried again, louder this time. “Josh?”
His head jerked up as if just realizing I was still in the room. His lips pressed together briefly before forcing a tight-lipped smile. “Sorry, Rubby. Got lost in thought. Let’s
