I froze, turning to Fabian. His eyes were thin, and he was gripping onto the edge of the table cloth, his jaw clenched tightly. Gerald blinked rapidly and swallowed, his eyes darting between us.
I cleared my throat, then stood up. "Uhm... maybe we should take a tour of the house... dad?"
Dad nodded, then stood up and slowly came with me. Not like we knew where we were going, but it seemed touchy enough for us to realize we had to give them a private moment.
"Do you know what's happening?" Dad asked once we stepped out, and I shrugged.
"Trevor was in our school. He was... Fabian's closest friend."
My dad's brows furrowed. "Why does it not look that way, though? He seems to hate him."
"Maybe something happened after school. Maybe it was..."
I trailed off, then sighed, my eyes closing
