Noah came and went from the Hale household so frequently over the years that he didn't even need to ask to call up anymore. The doorman recognized him on sight and turned the elevator key for him without a word.
None of the Hales batted an eyelid seeing him either. Keeley always asked him how his day was like she did for all of her other children.
He liked being at Violet's apartment. It felt as much like home as his own did.
Once dinner was announced, Kaleb plunked himself down at the table in an oversized white tee shirt and plaid pajama pants. He had an impressive amount of stubble growing in so it looked like he hadn't left the house in weeks. Maybe he hadn't.
Violet had confided in him that she thought his breakup was hitting him harder than he let on. He had been at home playing video games or clinging to his siblings the entire time he had been back in town.
"I want to play Seven Up after dinner, who's in?" Kaleb asked loudly.
