When Mom and Thomas were back home, I asked them to gather in the living room. I sat with my hands over my knees. On my right side was Luke wearing an impassive face. His arms folded across his chest. Fortunately, Nate agreed to stay, who was now at my left. He was a bit confused by the sudden family meeting. He didn’t ask any more questions.
I cleared my throat. “Well.” I licked my lips. “I just wanted you to know that, um… I need to…” I glanced up at Luke’s face, still emotionless. He noticed me looking at him, then raised an eyebrow. I looked away quickly.
“Sweetheart, what’s going on?” my mother frowned in confusion. Thomas seemed to have kept his usual calmness next to Mom, but he looked bothered.
“I think I need to—”
Luke rolled his eyes. “She’s coming with me tomorrow.”
“What?!
