Even though Noah was the one to ask for permission to leave, I was the first to get going, rushing out of there and up the stairs. Noah was close behind and by the time we reached our room, I could hear the twins making their way up the stairs too.
Noah looked at me with concern. "Jake? Are you okay? Mom is only mad...she's not going to do anything to Zeke like your mom. She's just angry that he's not taking school seriously."
I held my own shaky hands and bit my bottom lip. "She sounded really upset though. And your dad didn't say anything either."
Noah got close and patted my shoulder, comfortingly. "It's all going to be okay one way or the other. Either he goes or he doesn't. Nothing else will happen to him. Mom and Dad don't believe in physical punishment. If you're really worried about it, we can eavesdrop?"
