The Cost of Truth

I was still staring at my aunt, who also didn't seem to expect to see me.

We were both just silently looking at each other until Chuy’s voice sounded.

“Hello guys, I'm back.” He said clearly, trying to ease the tension, Chuy knew about my aunt; I always told him so he understood what was happening. “Ms. Octavia, are you here for your usual?” he asked, and she answered with her eyes still on me, by