21.
Xander slumped back on the fluffy white armchair, his head rolling backwards as he stared up at the pink and golden ornate ceiling of Soralina’s bedroom. “Wow…a lot has…happened.”
“Yup. Told you so.” Soralina agreed, sipping from her light pink mug across from Xander, her eyes trained on the table. “You did miss out on a lot brother.”
“I certainly did.” Xander agreed, shutting his eyes before he let out a frustrated sigh, running his fingers through his hairs.
Soralina glanced at him, noticing how this whole Agatha issue was stressing him out, when he had actually returned home after so long to spend some quality time with them.
Pressing her lips into a thin line, Soralina placed the mug back on the table, staring at Xander with soft eyes. “It’s not your fault Xander.”
“Yes it is.”
“No it’s not.”
“Yes.”
“No.”