"It's alright. I'll make things clear to them." Winter Sullivan took a deep breath, raising a handkerchief to wipe the tear tracks from the corners of her eyes.
With that, she opened the car door and stepped out. Sheldon Caldwell watched her go, a sense of worry stirring within him. Although he and his mother were close, he was still the son, and it wasn't his place to meddle in his elders' affairs.
He knew Winter Sullivan wasn't the type to throw a fit and run home to her parents over every little thing. This time, her fight with Julian Caldwell must have been serious. He felt utterly helpless.
He considered going home to try and talk some sense into Julian Caldwell, but then he remembered his father didn't seem particularly fond of him. 'And besides,' he thought, 'Dad's furious right now. I'd better not poke the bear. It's safer to just head back to school.'
