~°~Chapter One-hundred & Twenty-four~°~

"Are you all okay?" My mom asks in worry when we make our way in.

We all affirm that we're fine, although I keep wondering how Dale had gotten hurt but he hadn't been lying when he said he was fine because I can barely catch a glimpse of it after a couple minutes.

"So…" My mom trails off, playing with my hair, she insists I sit near her. "I'll call Mr. Everett tomorrow." She says decisively.

"That's the only option." Shana says seriously. "I'll move into the Pack House too so I can keep you company, Virgil and Dale would most likely get even busier after this."

I smile gratefully at her, edgy about having to move into a new place filled with people I didn't know.

We all settle on the couch, a heavy silence hanging in the cool air until a shrill sound from Shana's phone breaks the silence.