It was almost seven when we pulled up to Trent and Erin’s home, a large two story in a nice suburban neighborhood. The walk up to the door was tense because we both knew Nathan’s dream held so much significance and were in desperate need of Darren’s guidance. It seemed like we couldn’t do anything without his input anymore; we didn’t want to screw things up again.
Erin answered the door, her bright smile slipping as she took in our appearance. I was sure we looked as off as we felt. “Hope you two are hungry.”
Neither of us said anything, but our fingers were intertwined as we stepped through the doorway.
Trent came down the stairs, his gaze moving from us to Erin, who shrugged her shoulders.
“Good to see you guys.” Trent stepped forward to give us a hug.
We moved to the dining room to
