Chapter Five
The whole room vibrates as I slam the door shut. I've managed to keep my anger under wraps the entire way back to my room, but now I'm here, I can't hold it back.
How dare they allow Emma to stay when she clearly has no respect for life.
"It went well, then?" Bryce asks, coming over with a cup of tea and pushing it into my hands.
I frown and stare down at it, then up at him.
He shrugs. "I had a feeling."
"You can't fix everything with tea," I point out.
"Maybe not. But things always seem more manageable when you have a mug."
Despite my frustration, a small smile creeps over my face. He always seems to know how to make me smile. And he's right. Things always seem more manageable when there's tea involved.
I make my way over to our small sofa, and sit down, resisting th
