Petersons

"We agree to your decision of changing the date of engagement."

Scar looked at him, wide-eyed, her foot frozen in its place as her lips parted in dissent. Aaron knew the dagger he put through might end with blood on its blades, yet he couldn't sit through and watch the dust settle in. He squeezed Scar's hand as his eyes stayed on Ben, seated in his chair in his study room.

"I'm glad to hear that, son. Preparations are almost done. Your mothers have put quite a sweat into this, I must say." His eyes gleamed with hope and love. A string pulled in his heart a sinking feeling erupted as his mind dodged the thoughts of anything coming clean. Aaron looked away, his sunken heart and fleeting thoughts lost in the backseat of the crazed driven train.

"We must leave now." Scar looked at Aaron as Ben nodded, picking up his book and getting engrossed in it.