Andrea gasped, not because of the fact that her father was there but because he had blood on his t-shirt. Immediately, she jumped up from the couch.
“Dad, what’s wrong? What happened to you? Are you okay? Is that your blood?” Andrea almost ran to her father and grabbed his bag to carry it for him. Jacob let out a laugh.
“Breath, Andy. I’m fine. Just hurt my arm today at work so they sent me home earlier.” It was then that Jacob turned his attention to the young man who was now standing in his living room. He then turned to look at Andrea with a raised eyebrow.
“Wait. Why are you at home and alone with a boy?” Andrea let out a sheepish laugh. Damon slowly walked over to them.
“I’m Damon, Mr. Quinn, Andrea’s friend.”
“Yes, Dad. This is a school friend of mine. But wait. Why don’t you si
