Cold Shoulder

“Trey, what did I say about accepting things from strangers?” Denise stared sternly down at her son as he held a blue smartphone over his head, a big grin on his face as he examined it. He brought it back with him from his ‘game night’ with Damian. From what Denise had heard, they’d been up nearly all night playing human games.

It was perfectly fine to indulge in that, but what Denise couldn’t stand was the fact that he had to do it with Damian of all people. Trey was always a kid who disliked new people, so it was quite strange of him to spend the night in someone else’s room as well as take gifts from them. It made Denise wonder what exactly transpired between the two. What had he done to get Trey to like him this much?

“Trey, sweetie, answer me. Did you like this that much?” Denise plucked the phone from between his fingers and settled it down on the mattress where she sat. A silent Jaxson sat not too far from her, yet he hadn’t said much since she got back in the morning.

“Uncle