Once the words left his mouth, both their heads snapped to the trembling boy. "What?" Claire asked gently.
"I stole," he whispered. "Hungry and cold . . . 20 . . . Boyfriend."
"You were hungry and cold, so you stole 20 from her boyfriend, and so she kicked you out?" Roland asked. He nodded.
"How long have you been there?" Claire asked.
"Monday."
"This Monday?" Claire asked; he nodded.
"Why didn't you tell anyone?" Roland asked.
Lyric pressed his nails deeper into his palms. He looked down at them; he would probably cause them to bleed again.
"No one cares."
Lyric smiled to himself when he realised they had stopped arguing. He had done it; they had stopped arguing. He wasn’t a waste of space. He had done it. Maybe they wouldn’t leave him now? God, he wished they didn’t leave
