The skies rumbled above, dark clouds forming as Roland stepped out of Jason's car, tugging the edges of the brown hood jacket he wore.
“Roland,” Jason called from behind. He walked over and halted before him, both hands stuck into his side pocket. “Roland, Are you sure this is what you want?”
Roland stared briefly. “Yes,” he glanced at Lauren who still sat idly on the porch of their home. She hasn't noticed him, at least not yet.
“I believe this is the right thing to do,” Roland added. Pausing, he turned again to meet Jason's steady gaze. “Don’t you want to meet her?”
“Of course, I do,” Jason replied. His eyebrows locked in a frown. “I've always wanted to meet your family. Just never asked because I knew you wouldn't approve.”
Roland breathed softly, clenched his teeth.
“Roland, if
