“Showers free” I call into the living room, informing Caleb that he can shower if he pleases.
I listen for any reply but I get none. There isn’t even any noise of chatter coming from them. “Hello?” I call, walking around the corner into the living room, where the two brothers are looking at each other with fire in their eyes, leaving the room in silence. Not something usual in this apartment.
What did I miss while I was in the shower? They can’t have had too big of a fight because I didn’t hear any yelling.
“What is going on?” I ask, hoping for an answer this time, out of either of them. You could cut the tension in this room with a knife.
Damon is the first to break eye contact and he looks over towards me, while I am standing wearing nothing but a fluffy white bath towel. His eyes fl
