11. Targets

"How is he?" I ask Lucien as I see him exit Seb's room.

Lucien silently closes Seb's door before turning to answer me. He has his stethoscope around his neck, probably one of the rare times that he has it on at home. "He's doing better, Ari. He'll be back in school tomorrow. You should get going or you'll be late."

I nod but remain standing before Lucien, "Look, I just want you to know I'm sorry that Seb wasn't more present at your party. It was my fault."

Lucien raises his eyebrows incredulously, "Why would it be your fault?"

"He was mad at me and didn't want to see me."

Lucien sighs, "No, I'm sure it wasn't you, Ari. I know for a fact how elated he is that you're back. I bet if he can have you glued to his side, he would do so. He was hiding from the party because of an argument we had the night before."

I'm sure Lucien is the one who's wrong. Seb told me himself that he wasn't at the party because of me. But I am more curious about their argument so I dare to ask, "What