Soon, the next morning came.
Amanda and Steve both went downstairs to have breakfast.
At this time, Alan’s dad was sitting at the table with his phone in hand checking the news.
Blaire came towards the table, stretching out her arms.
“Good morning,” she greeted with a yawn, standing behind her husband.
“Good morning,” she greeted her husband.
“Morning.” He decided to focus on his phone instead of her.
She took a seat, and greeted Amanda, “Good morning sweetie.”
Amanda looked at her hesitantly.
“Good morning.”
“When did you return home last night? I didn’t see the two of you coming.”
Amanda glared at Steve. He adverted his eyes away not wanting to answer.
“Quite late,” she replied.
“I guess everyone was asleep by then.”
“Oh, no wonder.”
Claudia came and joined them along with
