Shadows In Durango

Chapter 87

*****Sofia's POV*****

I bounce down the steps behind Emma, us both still giggling at a story she had just told me about Reid falling over when they had gone ice skating on Monday night...

We stop at the bottom step, before seeing Vincent walk out of the living area from down the hallway with Daryl and Reid following out from behind his back. "Where are you two going?!" Vincent deadpans, as I eye him weirdly, wondering why he had an attitude all of a sudden.

Wasn't it obvious?

"School? Where else?" I state the words as though he should have known that already, as Emma sniggers slightly from beside me.

I mean, we were both stood in front of him at twenty past eight with backpacks on? It was a no brainer?

Vincent looked troubled, and I had hoped that he would have calmed down after a good nights sleep but it didn't seem to be that easy...

We were back home now in our comfort zone, surrounded by our friends and far away from the city that posed so many threats... so why was he still on edge?

Had he perhaps found out more about the people who posted the envelope through the door? There must be something that he isn't telling me, but my mind could only work overtime to think up the endless possibilities of what it could be. "I'll drive them there." Daryl offers, as Vincent seems to think on it for a split second, as though Daryl needed to get his permission first to take us to school.

What is seriously going on with them?!

"Are you three not coming in to school today?" Emma squints, as they all just seem to stand around like fish out of water - creating a bubble of awkwardness around this whole conversation - with none of them knowing what to do or say.

"You two go, and I'll just stay here to catch up on some work stuff today." Vincent's eyes are telling, as Daryl and Reid seem to know exactly what he meant by that as they both nod nonchalantly and sigh.

their bags and keys,

question him, as he instantly shakes his head and shrugs me

He pushes out a tight smile, but I can tell by the way his eyes had darkened that

at least I hope he will to save this awkwardness from carrying on in

slightly, I nod once and head for the door with Emma

Emma whispers, as I agree with her, feeling

air hits my face, but it does nothing to shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled in after that strange encounter. Emma and I exchange a glance, and I can tell she's just as confused as I am. "I swear they're hiding something," she murmurs, pulling her jacket tighter around herself

back, and his mood seemed to darken with each passing minute which made him almost hard to bear when he was like this. Whatever he was hiding, it wasn't just some minor issue this all

what was going

compared to Vincent's, but the tension was very much

as Reid climbs in to the

was missing, replaced by something more serious. Sure, things had been weird between us recently, but I had hoped that Daryl would get over it quick with us being home now... especially

gaining my attention as I look down to see that it was a text from Emma who was currently seated

swipe to open

a weird ass morning! Even Reid is acting off with me... did

to her and

know what's going on? I sort of understand why Vincent is being weird after everything that happened but I don't get it with these two! Maybe we just need some time apart at school for everyone to think straight?' I send her my response before watching her read it carefully as soon as it comes

is filled with nothing but the sound of Daryl and Reid's forced small talk

what the hell is going on?" I finally blurt out, unable to take the tension anymore. "You guys are acting so weird, and Vincent's... I don't even know what he is today. Something's off with everyone and

for him to take the lead but Reid just shrugs, clearly not planning on stepping

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It's... complicated. None of us can discuss it yet, but I'm sure he will tell you later

those guys coming to our apartment and putting the envelope through the door so why doesn't he just tell me the rest? How bad can it be?!" I press on further, my frustration bubbling to the surface for the first time in a long time. "I can tell something's wrong, and it's not just 'work stuff' that he's staying home to fix!" I