*Brody*
I sat and stared for five minutes at my uncle without saying a word. I had no idea which one I should start with; I'm sorry. It's been a while. How's Aunt Linda? A lot was swirling in my mind, but my mouth refused to cooperate. I chose silence. I was letting Uncle Deacon start the awkward conversation.
"How's life going?" He asked uncertainly, also not knowing how to talk to me. I don't blame him because I wouldn't want to talk to myself. Why? I chose to escape the past and distanced myself from everyone.
"Fine. I have a job that I like. Besides, you know I am quite busy by sending me new orders." I replied dryly, stirring the ordered jasmine tea, which I liked since Luna started to drink it every morning instead of coffee.
"Yes. I know. And you're the best at it. Your team is
