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-Octavia- All the females from the house were gathered in the living room, with a film playing in the background, though no one was really paying attention to it. We were still agitated, even after our shooting excursion. Now, we were drinking, chatting, and munching on snacks, but an obvious tension lingered in the air. There were still many unresolved matters we needed to address. “So, how long has it been since James was home?” Selene asked her sister. Lara was in a sour mood, visibly more worked up than the rest of us, and she was quickly downing beer after beer. “Days… maybe a week,” she replied. “And you haven’t heard from him at all?” Isabella pressed. Lara shook her head, reclining back on the couch. She propped her feet up on the coffee table, a clear sign of her distress.