The clock at the end of the room moved with a tic' tac' playing the drum of tension. The sun was barely setting, allowing golden rays to leak through the cracks on the window blind. The TV volume from the other room tried to penetrate the kitchen walls only coming out as little hushes.
Javier leaned on the counter while Xavier sat on the table. Leo on the other hand was seated on a chair, his uniform of the day still on and his shoes still on his feet, his bag laid next to him on the foot of the chair.
Javier cleared his throat softly. "Why did you do it?" He asked while staring at Leo who didn't meet his gaze and was content at just staring at his feet.
"Leon, why did you steal it? Was money the issue? Cause you couldn't do your illegal business in school and you were short of money?
