As the entire Lawson Family was wondering where their golden boy was and if he was even going to come back like he had promised, the front doors finally flew open.
Calhoun knew exactly how to make an entrance as if he had been waiting behind the door for them to stop talking. His god-like body strode in confidently, a large smirk playing on his handsome face like something was amusing him.
"Home sweet home!"
Calhoun's voice filled the room and like some true god, the whole place went even more silent than his presence had caused. Everyone turned their gaze to him. Some were happy, some were shocked, and some hated the fact that he had come back, to begin with.
Why couldn't he just stay wherever he was forever? —they wondered. But they were too late, the golden boy was truly home.
