The door opened.
"Wow," a familiar voice said. "Why does it feel like someone's about to be executed in here?"
Caleb.
I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Ivy turned so fast she nearly twisted in her seat.
"Caleb!" she exclaimed, jumping up.
He crossed the room in three long steps and wrapped her in a hug, lifting her slightly off the ground like she weighed nothing. "There you are," he said. "You didn't answer my texts."
"Because Grandpa's been terrorizing me," she replied, muffled against his shoulder.
He laughed and set her down, then pulled me into a quick hug too. "You look tired."
"Funny," I said. "You look tired too and you're late."
"Traffic," he replied easily. Then he glanced around the room, taking in Lucas's expression, Noah's posture, the overall mood. "Yeah. This tracks."
He grabbed an empty chair and dragged it closer, sitting down like he had every right to be there, well I guess he did lol. "Alright. What did I miss?"
No one answered.
