Rave stared at her phone with nervous anticipation. They were back at home and sitting at the dinner table. After he had come back, John had quickly summarized the events that had transpired after she had stormed off. He kept his personal opinions light. Rave had requested him to stay out of her family business and he was going to honour that until he thought he had enough of a handle on it to not make it catastrophically worse.
Lydia was nowhere to be found, which was worrisome, but when John had checked her room, he had heard a piano melody that was rather upheaved in nature. Satisfied to know that she was home, he had turned around.
"Did you know that her parents were dead?" John asked as they kept waiting for Regan to get the news and call his daughter. There surely were nicer things that could be discussed. The air in the room was not for niceties, however.
