35

We enter the house in silence. Even Lucian gets calm as soon as we step inside. Is that the power of Caden's air, that is so strongly sensible here?

The normally energetic boy and I sit down around the table. "Have you eaten dinner yet?" the house's owner asks as he walks towards the kitchen.

"No," I answer. I'm not very hungry, but I don't want to bother them later, when I might be.

Caden quickly returns with a bowl of noodles and a cup of water. "Eat up," he says. "We have some things to talk about, I guess."

While eating, the duo makes some small talk with each other. I stay quiet, slowly finishing my bowl, not at all looking forward to the conversation the future holds.

Even when my bowl is empty, I stay quiet, trying not to make them notice I'm done. If I confess, how will they react? Will they hate me? Will they get mad? Lost in thought, I don't take note of the silence that fills the room, nor of the two pairs of eyes staring at me.