── Hey, everyone, breakfast is ready. Come on! ── Claire called out. Taylor came downstairs, eyes glued to her phone. The blonde had spent the night talking to Thomas, and now they were dramatically saying goodbye as if they wouldn’t see each other later — Thomas often spent his afternoons with the Dunphys, mostly with Phil or Taylor.
── Luke got his head stuck in the railing again ── Taylor heard Alex telling their parents and looked at her mother, shaking her head subtly towards her father.
── We can’t even say he’s adopted, mom ── the blonde joked, and Claire huffed, irritated by the morning chaos. Claire sighed, turned around, and bumped into the fridge, spilling milk on her pajamas.
Taylor was sitting on the floor while her dad tried to get Luke’s head out of the railing. The blonde was bored, waiting for Thomas to arrive, but her dad thought she was there to support them. She wouldn’t admit she had nothing better to do.
── Buddy, why do you always get yourself into these messes? ── Phil asked.
── I thought I could get out this time.
Alex, coming down the stairs, exclaimed: ── I’m telling you, he needs to see a specialist.
── I agree with her ── Taylor pointed to her younger sister ── Actually, I think everyone here does… except Alex and me.
Haley rolled her eyes at her older sister. ── Someone’s coming over today.
Claire, coming down in her stained clothes, asked: ── Who? ── She looked at her sixteen-year-old daughter. ── Thomas?
── Thomas comes here every day, so it’s nothing new, and you don’t know him ── Haley replied vaguely, heading up the stairs.
