Chapter Seven

Connor was meant to be at the house by 7:30 and since they didn't see him as promised, and neither was he picking up their calls, they started eating dinner without him.

Halfway through their desert, the very familiar face graced them with his presence.

"Holy shit!" Nadia didn't realize how loud she said that when she saw her younger brother.

"What the heck?!" Lilian mumbled, dropping her cutlery.

"It's nothing. I'm fine. Sorry, I'm late." He mumbled, avoiding their eyes, then made his way over to the table, beside his sister. He drew out the chair for himself, sat comfortably then helped himself with a glass of water. Knowing all eyes were on him, he hoped the water would help in calming his nerves.

"This morning, it's a cut on your wrist and now you're home with a broken head. What the hell is going on, Connor?" Lilian literally said at the top of her voice.

"What's going on, Son?" Connor's father's voice came through when he said nothing.

"I'm fine. A car ran into me. I wasn't putt