Elena

My mother wasn't entirely convinced by what Drake was saying. Or maybe she did want to believe him, but her overprotective motherly instincts prevented her from fully trusting us. Dad crossed his arms, visibly uncomfortable as well. I wished the ground would swallow me right then, wished I could run away from this tense situation, but it was already too late for that. We should have just left without telling them anything; that would have been the best option. But Drake didn't want to. And now, here were the consequences.

Part of me had the impulse to blame Drake for this, but getting angry at him would be futile...