Bryan
“Cameron,” Damian calls out to me, and I look up from behind the fridge door, my eyes wide for he hasn’t called me that since...well perhaps since high school.
It caught me so off-guard that the milk carton I am holding above my face- yes, I am drinking directly from it- spills some soy when I straightened up before steadying it. Although I alone use it, because everyone uses regular milk, I am embarrassed nevertheless, having been caught in the dirty and too lazy to get a glass act.
Ignoring that he continues on, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. “My sister has been located.”
His words caused one of my eyebrows to perch higher a bit for Ruby is at school. She is not one to break beech. No matter how messed up her childhood was, I know my Ruby would never play with her s
