I looked at Tanner, a confused look on my face. He looked back, weary as he shook his head, running a hand through his hair.
"I think I know what's up," he finally said, and before I could ask what, he had let out a breath of frustration, storming past me. I followed closely behind him, though, but looking ahead of him.
We got to the living room, and there Renée stood. In the middle of the large room she looked so little in it, but then, she wasn't the only one who stood in the living room. The woman I'd met earlier today stood by the couch, what she wore then different from what she wore now. She looked stylish in her jumpsuit, and her eyes showed a little fear, even as she looked from Renée to Tanner... then me.
The man beside her who was definitely Tanner's dad, almost st
