“Let’s sit down.” Irvin pulled him back to the seat and made him sit on the table.
“So, where were you if you weren’t with Abel?” Irvin asked him and Zadkiel started fidgeting with his fingers.
“I went to talk to my mother. I didn’t want to tell you about it because I didn’t know how it’d go but she didn’t show up. Do you know where she is? I wanna talk to her. I mean you gave her a place to stay? Can you give me the address?” Zadkiel questioned, looking hopefully at Irvin. Irvin broke the eye contact and looked at the pen he was playing with, instead of answering Zadkiel.
“Irvin?” Zadkiel called him again, making him look up at him.
“Yeah?”
“My mother’s address?” Zadkiel repeated. Irvin seemed troubled and Zadkiel couldn’t put a finger on what could have happened.