Ethan

Cartoons played silently in the background as we walked into Morgan’s bedroom. Hope was instantly drawn to the sight. There were notes scattered all over her king-sized bed, and the computer on her desk showed a Word document that indicated that she’d apparently been working when we intruded.

Morgan quickly grabbed the remote and changed the channel as if she was embarrassed to have been caught watching a kid show.

“Hey.” Hope’s eyes pleaded for Morgan to change it back, which she did.

“I was just uh…” Morgan looked to be looking for an excuse for what she had been doing.

“Sorry. Bad timing,” I motioned to all her work that she had spread out, “you were obviously busy.”

“No, not really. Just going over the notes from the debate meeting that Tara sent over.” Morgan motioned for me to follow as she crisscrossed her legs and sat down on her bed.

I sat on the ed