"Damien," she hesitantly called out. "What's wrong?" She stood from her seat, and stopped her step son.
The black haired boy growled at Amelia. He didn't answer, he instead stepped around Amy and stormed out of the room.
Concerned eyes followed him, as he left. Amy turned to meet Bruce's blue gaze. "What happened?" She asked her husband softly.
(So, this month might also be drabbles, not just poems. But I will primarily feature poetry this month. And I switched back to the old format. The new one just wasn't working for me. I may, eventually move back to that format.)