(SOLANA’S POV)
It was like I had stepped on a ticking time bomb when I recognized Miss Fallon, My principal was the one standing in the middle of our kitchen with Dad standing beside her and sheepishly grinning at us.
“Hello Guys.” Miss Fallon greeted smiling as she rubbed her hand together obviously nervous. I imagined pushing her out of the kitchen and having a thorough interrogative conversation with Dad about what was going on here.
“Um… Hy.” Larry regained from his shock before me. I found my voice too. “Hy.”
Dad who was holding quite a number bags of what looked like take outs, signaled Larry over and they both put the bags neatly on the table.
“So.” Dad heaved a sigh and clasped his hands together before walking over to Miss Fallon and then he put his arm around her the bot
