Wyatt was worse.
He noticed everything.
Vivienne took the longer route toward the boys' quarters, keeping her footsteps light until she reached the last door.
Tucker's room.
She stared at it for a second. Of all the people in the mansion, Tucker was probably the last person she ever expected to need.
She opened the door because It wasn't locked.
Inside, Tucker was sitting on his bed with a controller in his hands, completely focused on the video game playing on the television. His room was messy in the comfortable way of someone who had stopped worrying about impressing anyone. A bag of chips was open beside him, and one sock was hanging halfway off his foot.
He looked up.
The moment he saw Vivienne, the controller nearly slipped from his hand.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
