Olivia
The sound of silverware being tapped loudly against the sides of glasses floated across the air to us.
“Come on,” Nathan said, with an oddly relieved expression on his face. “We have to go inside now. My dad’s supposed to give a speech.”
Before I could even speak, Nathan turned on his heel and headed inside. With a sigh, I followed in his footsteps, my heart aching for the words that kept going unsaid between us.
Our best friend, the missing piece to our puzzle, was sitting all alone in his dark house, and Nathan seemed to have no desire to try and talk to him. He kept saying that it was dangerous, that Alvin was different… But I didn’t believe him.
Surely, if we both went to Alvin’s house and tried to talk to him, he would open up to us. Maybe together we could get to the bott
