When Dylan arrived home, he sat at the dining table. Across from him, Aaron and Clara sat side-by-side, heads bowed, staring at the table as if it held the answers to the questions in their heads. Ellie, Maya, Lena, and Amy, all wearing Dylan's hoodies which they seemed to have stolen from his room, stood behind Aaron and Clara, their arms crossed over their chests. The atmosphere was tense and silent because no one spoke.
[Just go ahead, sir.]
"Haaah... never mind. What's done is done. After some thought at the house we're renovating, I'm not mad because I don't have the right to be. I'm way worse than you guys," Dylan said, glancing at Ellie, Maya, Lena, and Amy, who smiled and nodded back at him.
"Yes, Brother... but Clara and I still feel bad," Aaron replied.
"Y-yes, Brother, I'm sorry," Clara added.
"But I'm curious, what exactly happened?" Dylan asked.
