Ava
I walked up to my brother, my heart racing and my brows furrowed. "What is it?" I whispered, my eyes scanning his face for any sign of what was bothering him. Because I'm certain something is really bothering him. Insanity, maybe?
"Meet me upstairs," he replied, his voice low and mysterious. He turned and walked upstairs, leaving me staring after him in confusion.
My mom, still sitting on the sofa, asked, "What's wrong with you two?"
I slapped a nervous smile on my face and said, "It's nothing, Mom. Just excuse us, okay?" Then, I rushed upstairs, my mind racing with possibilities.
I found Marcel leaning against his bedroom door, his arms crossed over his chest and one leg propped against the door. "What is it?" I asked, my voice firm but laced with concern.
He coughed, a nervous
