“I agree with Zeke; he's a nice kid. You can't choose who your parents are," Claire's brother spoke up.
Why were they all lying to each other?
"I don't care, he's charming.” Lyric rolled his eyes. That was Creed talking.
Lyric went to the bathroom and did his business. When he went back to the room, all eyes were on him. He frowned a little. Did he have something on his face?
"Well, at least it's not thunderstorming anymore," Max whispered as he sipped water.
Lyric eyed the subtle distance between Max and the rest of the group. While they all looked like they were sitting/standing together, there was a noticeable gap between them and Max.
The room filled with silence as they all stared at one another. It was Roland who broke it. “Lyric. Follow me. The rest of you stay here.”
Lyric
