Upon entering the house, the first thing Don could hear was the sound of the television playing the news, which, of course, was talking about the massacre at the church.
From what he could hear, they were basically recycling the sa story, likely because the police hadn't provided the public with much information yet—such as how the victims were killed.
Most news stations were crafty enough to tell the story in a way that implied certain things to draw the viewers' attention, which was the whole reason it was being described as a massacre.
Despite the police's official statent only ntioning that multiple bodies were discovered on the scene and investigations were underway, the dia spun the tale for drama.
The rest of the family didn't hear Don co in, and he quickly took off his shoes by the door before walking into the living room where everyone was gathered. As he popped out from the hallway, he first saw Amanda, who was seated on the far right of the sofa, leaning against the armrest with her head glued to the television.
She wore a loose yellow flannel shirt with the upper buttons undone, revealing a good chunk of her cleavage given the way she was sitting. She also wore jean shorts and yellow socks.
Sumr lay on her stomach on the carpet right in front of Amanda. Unsurprisingly, her attention wasn't on the TV, but instead on her phone, her fingers rapidly tapping away at the screen. She was dressed in her usual comfy clothes: a pair of booty shorts and a hoodie, just in different colors from what she had worn yesterday.
As for Samantha, she seed the most engrossed in the news, standing a few feet away from the television with her hands on her hips. She wore a pair of tight-fitting blue yoga pants and a matching sports bra, which looked like it was using every bit of its strength to hold Samantha's large breasts in place.
Even as Don appeared from the hallway, no one noticed him until he spoke.
"Hey, everyone," he said casually, his voice sounding tired as he walked toward the sofa.
Amanda, being the closest, was the first to raise her head and give him a small smile. "Hey, there you are. Have you seen the news?"
Before Don could answer, Sumr, who had been glued to her phone, suddenly turned to look at him. The sa was true for Samantha. He could see the worry in all of their eyes, especially Samantha's. After all, they had been in that very sa church earlier that day.
He gave a weary smile and nodded at Amanda's question. "Yeah, it's all over the radio and internet—pretty hard to miss. I even wanted to drive by, but thankfully, Sumr texted saying Mom didn't go there in the evening."
As Don said this, everyone seed to feel a huge sense of relief.
"Yeah," Amanda imdiately agreed. "Who knows what would have happened if your mom had gone there this evening. Still, I wonder what the heck happened. The police aren't saying anything."
"We'll probably hear more from them in the coming days." As Don said this, he shifted his gaze away from Amanda and toward Samantha, who was looking at him with a hard-to-read expression. Don could only assu she was likely thinking about what would have happened if he had said yes to Sister Rose's offer—or if she herself had gone.
Samantha could only cross her arms and sigh deeply, muttering, "I still don't understand how this could happen. I can't even begin to imagine what would've happened if you had said yes to Sister Rose's offer."
As Samantha said this, her eyes beca slightly teary. She swallowed hard and shook her head, turning back to the television. "Just… what is becoming of the city?"
'She's taking it hard. She's the type to bla herself and overthink, so that's no surprise,' Don thought before walking to the coffee table and lifting the remote to change the channel. "Let's just be happy that neither of us went. Worrying about the 'what ifs' isn't going to do any of us any good."
Sumr simply kept her eyes on Don, watching him as he moved. Since he had warned her about his suspicions, the news didn't co as a surprise to her, but it was still shocking.
In fact, when the news dropped, she was perhaps the most worried of the three because she knew Don had gone there to confirm his suspicions. Thankfully, her worry was short-lived as Don had replied quickly when she texted him, during the ti they were at McDickies.
She only turned her attention away from Don when Winter popped into the living room after spending a little ti in the doorway, arranging all the shoes that were scattered there.
Trying to steer the topic away from the church massacre, Don casually asked, "What's for dinner?" while rubbing his stomach. "I'm famished."
Sumr imdiately jerked her head back toward him and said, "And you say I'm the one who's always hungry."
Don shrugged and gave her a small smile, defending himself. "Hey, I haven't eaten anything since I was out. It's only natural I'd feel a bit hungry."
Samantha gave a small sigh as she moved nearer to Don and said, "Sorry, Donnie. I didn't have a chance to cook. I've been busy here watching the news. Is it fine if we order takeout or sothing?"
Don could see that she still had the situation on her mind. Trying to casually change the topic wouldn't be enough to improve her mood, and before he could have his chat with her, she needed to feel at least sowhat better. Otherwise, he would only add to her worry.
So, he moved out of the way and directed his attention toward Winter, saying, "Why go through all that hassle when you and Winter can just whip up sothing in a few minutes? Please, I really, really want so of your cooking."
Samantha couldn't help but smile a little, feeling helpless to refuse as she shook her head. "Fine. What do you want to have?"
Sumr imdiately stood up from the carpet when Samantha relented to Don's request. "Hey, you never ask what I want when I say I'm hungry!"
"You're always hungry," Don quickly teased, giving her a shooing gesture. He then turned back to Samantha. "How about so chicken, rice and egg salad?"
Samantha's smile grew a little wider, and she was beginning to feel a bit more at ease. She couldn't deny the warmth she felt from having her positive son around.
"Will you be having anything else with that, sir?" she asked in a slightly sarcastic tone, raising an eyebrow at Don.
The question was clearly rhetorical and said as a joke, but Don answered nonetheless. "How about an ice cream sundae to end our Sunday?" he asked, lifting and lowering his eyebrows in an enticing way.
This playfulness was enough to make Samantha chuckle and shake her head. "Fine, but only because I'm craving ice cream myself and not because you asked."
Don nodded in understanding but then leaned in close to Samantha as if he wanted to whisper in her ear, though he spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. "I know you're only saying that to make Sumr feel better. If you ask , she could do without the ice cream—it'll go right to her thighs."
Almost as if he had flipped a switch, the mont he said that, Sumr narrowed her eyes at him, grabbed a pillow from the sofa, and threw it at him. "Shut up!"
After throwing it, she turned to leave the living room, muttering, "As if I want your stupid ice cream sundae anyway. I'm not even hungry."
Don didn't need to go after her. He simply tilted his head and said, "Really? Is that so? Well, that's a sha because while Mom and Winter are cooking, I was planning to remove the other android from the container, but clearly, you're not interested in that."
Sumr paused before she could even make it out of the living room and looked back at him with narrowed eyes. "You better not be lying to ."
"Would the best big brother ever lie? Never."
Sumr huffed and turned, walking in the direction of the garage door. "Fine. Let's go."
Don shook his head as she began to walk. 'Look at her, trying to hide how excited she is.'
"Stop teasing your sister and go already," Samantha urged, her smile now carrying its usual warmth. It seed all she had needed to feel at ease was that comforting feeling of being one family, bickering siblings aside.
'Good. Looks like she's a little less worried now,' Don thought as he began to walk away.
"All right, all right. I'll play nice—in exchange for a larger piece of chicken."
"I can still change my mind, you know," Samantha threatened, though it was practically impossible to take seriously with her sweet voice.
Don pretended to relent anyway, raising his hands in defeat as he walked away, saying, "Fine, you win."
After he disappeared behind the corner, Amanda turned to face her sister and smiled. "He really knows how to lift the mood in the room."
"I guess he does," Samantha agreed softly before Amanda added, "Now I can watch my sexy mud wrestling in peace."
Seconds after she said this, a pillow was thrown her way, and Samantha turned to walk to the kitchen. "I just can't with you sotis."
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