Callie folded another shirt eyes on her open bedroom door. She had actually been folding the same shirt for the last five minutes, more of her focus on what was going on outside her room rather than her opened light blue suite case. They where whispering really well, which annoyed her. She felt as if she should be apart of the conversation the two were having, after all, it was about her after all.
Davison entered the room first, making her sit up straighter on the bed and drop the shirt she was folding. The look on his face was intense and the emotions in his eyes were on clear display. He was angry, she could tell by how his sharp jawline ticked. She could tell he was frustrated by how his nostrils flared slightly and the redness creeping up his neck. It was the shimmer to his eyes that
