Amidst the aftermath of the epic food battles and the joyous lunch, I decided to stick around for a bit. The cozy living room, with its classic style, was a haven of simplicity, impeccably clean – probably the handiwork of these diligent children.
Yvonne and Aron were having a blast at the piano, tickling the keys with unbridled enthusiasm. I snagged a spot on a sofa, basking in the warmth of the furnace. Antonne took a nap right next to me, and Caleb, well, his eyes locked to the flame.
As I warmed myself, I couldn't help but ponder how many fireplaces this building has?! It seemed like every time I opened the door, I found the same fireplace.
Then, Caleb suddenly asked, "Why are you suddenly asking about Jayden Laurent?"
I furrowed my brows, "Because he is my party member?"
Wondering why Caleb resurrected the topic, I caught on to his nervous energy – tapping feet and fidgety fingers, a telltale sign he was holding something back.
