C A L U M
I got home around 6pm. The movie was great, although I couldn't remember the exact title of it. We also ate in a terrible restaurant, the seafood in particular tasted awful.
I had an okay time with Kurt. He's nice, smart, overall a great person.
But I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. It's just, I don't know, something didn't feel right.
When I got home, I expected mom to be in the kitchen, eating dinner with the twins. Instead, I saw the twins and Luke all cuddled in the couch with a movie playing through the TV. All the lights were off, and the twins have fallen asleep on Luke's lap. Luke, however, was awake and watching the movie so intently he hadn't realized that I arrived.
"Hey." I whispered, startling Luke. "You watched over the kids?" I asked
