obvious and simple statement.
I nodded, my eyes meeting his.
“I’m sorry,” he said, quietly and very sincerely. Then he nodded towards the hallway and I followed him back to his room.
The lamp on his headboard was still giving off a soft glow in the room. “Julz would freak if she knew we were eating in here,” he said with a bright and almost mischievous smile as we sat cross legged, facing each other, on the thick and cushy dark blue area rug. He sat the bowl and plate between us. The plate had the small burrito he had made for me on it and the bowl was full of strawberries, blueberries and green grapes.
He took a bite of a large strawberry then said, “These are so good! Try some.” I started to reach for one in the bowl but he had his at my lips in that moment. I took a small bite and chewed approvingly. “Good, huh?” He placed the rest of the strawberry into his mouth and finished it. “Oh, just a little FYI,” he began again, “Julz will be back tomorrow and she will not be happy about the Carter situation. I tried to get her to stay longer, but I think she knew something was up. I won’t be telling her he was attacked by a werewolf.” His eyes met mine with all seriousness. I fully understood.
“Where are they?” I asked and then began taking small bites from my burrito. The tortilla had a weird texture to it and it was hard for me to get it down.
“They went to visit Julz’s grandparents’ graves.”
“Oh?” I gave him the “more details please” look and he smiled crookedly at me, then he continued, “She goes up to visit the grave site and pay her respects once a year and takes Hayden and Isaac with her. This is the first year she’s taken Lola too.”
“Was she close to her grandparents?” I don’t remember mine. Lilly told me that I’d met them when I was very young and that for unknown reasons we just didn’t have a relationship with them. She also told me that she’s rarely spoken to them since my mother died. I guess every once in a while they’d give her a call to check in. But that was it and for all I knew they were no longer around. And I knew even less about my father’s family than I did about him. Which was pretty much nothing. Only what I’d seen in pictures and his name. Draven Alexander.
“She was close to both of them, but she and her grandmother were extremely close. That was probably the hardest person for her to leave behind when she changed.” I’d never put any thought into Julz’s past, I’d been too busy being focused on what a bitch she was here in the present.
I was only picking at the burrito. I wasn’t going to be able to eat it so I started snacking on the fruit from the bowl. “Did she have a lot of family she had to leave behind?”
His eyes focused on mine, full of seriousness, “She had parents and a younger sister, along with an uncle she was close to and a few other relatives, like a couple aunts and a few cousins. But her grandparents are who she has mourned the most.”
“Are the rest of her family members still alive? Does she see any of them?”
“Her little sister is. But she doesn’t have any contact with her. And her sister, Nicolette, doesn’t know Julz is still alive.”
I stared at him blankly for a moment. I can’t imagine knowing I had family out there, especially a sibling, and not having contact with them. “I imagine there’s some sort of safety reason for this, right? And you can’t tell me more?”
He gave me a little grin and a wink, “You’ve got it.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head with a half smile of my own.
He eyed my plate and then said, “You didn’t like it?”
I made a face like something was nasty and shook my head.
He rose from the floor as gracefully as he does everything and passed me to slide open the closet door behind me. I turned my body to watch what he was doing.
The right side of his