Chapter 27

“Grandpa, Callie, you are here,” Sterling's voice took our attention away from the paintings and we both turned around.

Sterling was standing at the door post, a slightly worried expression marring his face.

“Yes, son. What is wrong?” the older man asked, noticing the look on him. “You don't look good.”

“We have a problem,” he deadpanned.

“Problem? What problem?” the old man asked.

“There is a heavy rainstorm all over town now. All roads are blocked. What are we going to do?” he gazed at me.

“That's right. I didn't tell my parents that I won't be returning home.”

“It's…”

“You can just call them,” Grandma Ellen's familiar voice came from behind Sterling and then she appeared beside them. “I can't let my grandson drive back to town in this kind of weather.”

“My wife is right. You should sleep over,” Grandpa Chris agreed with his wife.

Sterling and I exchanged a look. He kept quiet, so angrily, I tore my gaze away.

“There is enough room for the two of you.”

“You can both take the