Chapter 4
“But, Dad—”
“No buts. You want Morgan to come over tomorrow, you’re picking this room up before he gets here so we don’t have to worry about his father suing us because you lost him in all this junk.”
With my arms folded over my chest, I stood in Sam’s doorway, barring his exit. The room wasn’t actually that bad, but he’d ignored my directive to clean it after school. I’d been too busy on a phone call with Alastair to come and check on him until it was time to eat, at which point I’d found Sam sitting in the middle of a pile of Magnetix, putting together some kind of spaceship. Nothing else had been touched. I wasn’t pleased.
With a sulk that hinted at the teenaged years to come, he began to straighten, starting with the books sitting in front of his shelves. I watched for se
