"Thanks. You better get going. Take a shower and change into some clean clothes."
I called out to Damon as we reached the car.
His expression was apathetic, seemingly unbothered by his soaked state at the time. Lisa insisted on him getting a taste of hardship, and there was nothing I could have done about it.
"All right, I'm off then." After a brief reply, Damon headed back home with his umbrella. I instructed Norah to get in the backseat with Serena, then hopped into the driver's seat, ready to go home.
Upon arriving home, my mom noticed the doll and asked, "Did you buy this for Serena?"
I hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod, "Yeah."
Norah seemed taken aback and looked like she wanted to say something, but I shot her a warning look. She was a smart woman. She knew better than to speak
out of turn.
"Why didn't you get one for Brandon?" My dad questioned, noticing the doll.
