Uncle Nolan

u've been with him for how long?"

he doesn't budge. He keeps his attention on the video, grippin

door, darting his eyes on each one of us bef

forward to take his briefcase and pull off his jac

others the matter, and Nolan pr

quickly as I take a shower, change into a new outfit, and walk up to m

recting them. I yawn, turning on my phone to chec

in that minute. Quietly, I close t

en I stride down the stairs. Even the living

or the kitchen. The whole house is as silen

n of juice since it is already late and I cannot cook any meal.B

is standing right beside the fridge. In shock, I stu

e before I can hit the floor in a loud crash. His electri

se that I can see the exact color of hi

ous. I can't think straight a

uch. His gaze holds mine like it is pulling me into something

I can't deny that I have finally f

him softly. "I'm fine. I wasn'

ge, pulling out a bottled water, and twisting the cap with

up for me not to have second thoughts that he actually w

, by the way?" I inquire. It is quit

d gulping it down at a go. "All the time, I get dehy

k toward the living room, hoping I will stop thinking

setting off a wildfire of passi

nd when I turn, he quickly averts them, gras

inging out a seat on the opposite

y at in the book?" He suddenly

ne ahead to spend most of my leisure time immersing myself in th

their emotions. I can't find any tangible reason for that." I th

me and diverting them before he gets caug

tly added. "And there are other flat, funny characters. Talki

ussing some other ridiculous things the characte

n me. It feels so genuine and sincere that I find mys

, and head for the stairs, with him right behind me, clutching

g to say something but holding himself back. When he steps