I was just sitting there, not knowing anything to say at all when the silence finally broke.
Jax spoke first, and his voice was very calm and very easy as he talked..
"Oh. Yeah. I was helping Scarlett with something." He sounded very casual and normal, like there was not part of his head that was half as scared as the whole of mine is.
"Helping with what?" Mom asked again. She sounded very dead curious, and not even suspicious at all, just genuinely interested. Dad looked up from his newspaper too and was also completely focusing on us, our conversations.
"She needed help choosing pictures one of the stuff she's doing," Jax explained very simply, and I can feel that he's also shaky, but he's at the same time trying to calm the situation down.
"She had like fifty options and just cou
