ARIA’S POV

“Daryl, take your food up to your room right now!” Darren yelled at her in the thunderous voice I had first heard.

In my confused state, I knew Daryl had crossed a line, although the mother's look felt like Darren was overreacting. With a long face, Daryl took her meal and walked out of the dining room.

“What replacement?” The silence between Darren and his mother wasn't good enough for me. I needed answers–answers no one was willing to give me.

“Excuse me!” Darren was the next person to leave the table. He got up angrily and walked away too. His mother did not hesitate to follow.

I...