"Quentin..." she whispered, catching Lewis' attention. "... he looks like Quentin, Lu. He looks just like my brother Quentin... and she looks like me."
Lewis furrowed his brows. "Looks like your brother, and you?"
Devon pursed her lips and squeezed herself into him. It was a strange and scary feeling whenever she recalled what transpired today. Seeing Quentin's face without being dragged or without them trying to kill each other with words.
Actually, that wasn't what strange. Quentin smiled at her — at Gabriella and she also smiled back at him. They looked like they had a good relationship. It was… unreal.
"Never mind," she murmured.
"Will you tell me if I asked you?" he inquired under his breath, casually stroking her back. "I'm worried, and I don't know what to do, Dev."
