Sarah's pov
It's been almost two months since we moved here and things had been going fine between Daniel and I. I mean, We talked often, shared laughs together, I helped him with homework sometimes
He tells me about his friends and I do the same. And yes, I started making friends on the second week but we both make sure not to share personal information with our friends or even invite them over given our situation.
We also keep our scheduled calls with his younger sisters but haven't heard a word from both our parents. It's sometimes strange how they just don't care. I really felt bad about how they abandoned us here, but anytime I try to mention as much to Daniel, he makes some dismissive jokes about it but sometimes think I hear an underlying aggression in his voice
Things had been going fine until last week Daniel started becoming withdrawn. He talked less and mostly sat thinking to himself when we were at home
