Willow takes a deep breath. She has already had enough of the day and would rather just dig a hole and bury herself inside it. She has nowhere to call home at this point, not her home with the Andersons and certainly not with Alejandro.
"Tell me, Willow. What do you do? We should at least get to know each other, right?" Tyler voices out, dropping his phone and looking at her questioningly. Willow stiffens, her eyes wide with surprise. She isn't expecting to be addressed.
"I am a writer," she replies quietly, looking up only to catch Eloise rolling her eyes.
"Have you written anything I might know? Do you work under an alias?" Tyler asks again. Willow gulps hard, sweat beads already forming around her head. Her hands tighten into fists.
"I'm afraid not. I am trying to have my first novel published," she replies, a knot forming in her stomach from the looks she is receiving.