Storm POV
The night was to celebrate Razor, and he beamed with pride at all the praise, and so he should. He might get a university placement, with his ability, but I won't jump too far ahead; he needs to enjoy the journey, without the pressure of his future. Dad mentioned talent scouts in the place, and he half expects to get a call about Razor, most likely offer him a chance to play with the minor teams, or even train with the big leagues.
Coming back with another plate of food and some ice cream for Cloe. I get the impression something was discussed that weighs heavily on her; she didn't have that spark in her eyes that she had when I left the table, and I looked at Mum and Dad suspiciously. Dad raised his hand defensively, and Mum shrugged. Neither gave a hint of what just went dow
