Half an hour later, I sat at the dining room table with Trent, Whitney, Isach, and Abby. Trent was hovering close to me - not that I was complaining - but he was being unusually quiet, and based on the scowl he worse, I could tell he still wasn't very happy that we had uninvited guests. I really wish I knew what was bothering him.
"So, why did you barge into our house?" Trent asked, his gaze leveled on Whitney.
"I told you. I needed to talk to Chloe, and she wasn't answering her phone," Whitney said, meeting his stare. "Neither were you. And after everything that's happened, when I couldn't get an answer, I started to worry. So, I came over." She shrugged.
Trent's posture seemed to relax a little, and I hoped he wouldn't be angry with Whitney for too long - she'd only been concerned for our safety.
"Why were you trying to call me in the first place?" I asked, reaching under the table to rest my hand on Trent's leg.