The interrogation

Soon, the girls walked into the dining room where the men were already, sitting at the table and talking about something quietly. Nyxie, being the obsessive overthinker that she was, let her mind wander to a place where it shouldn't have had to go—maybe they didn't like her.

"Your home is so beautiful," she told them, wondering it was better to say it even if they did hate her.

"Thank you, honey," Phillippe smiled when the two sat down next to each other at the table.

"Was the drive okay?" Jose asked them, worried about the thunderstorm outside.

"Yeah, it was surprisingly good. Not too many cars out in this weather. No traffic."

They ate in silence for two seconds—something that was fairly rare in the Acosta household. That's when the interrogation began, Nyxie only having sipped the juice once.

"So, Nyxie, you're eighteen, right?"

"Yeah."

"And what are you taking at college?"