Timmy was in his room coloring in his coloring book.
Downstairs, Hazel and Michael were downstairs working together to prepare dinner. They decided to make dinner simple tonight, since their father was bringing home pizza, so they went on to make homemade breadsticks, while Hazel made a salad for her father.
“Hazel?” Michael asked.
Hazel turned around and faced her older brother. “Yeah, Michael?” She asked.
Michael went up to his sister and put his paw on her shoulder. “Is everything okay with you and dad?” He asked.
Hazel went silent, fidgeting with her paws. “Nothing.” She said, blushing and looking down. Michael looked at her, and looked into Hazel’s eyes.
“I know something is up, Hazel, just tell me.” Michael said. Hazel was nervous looking at her older brother; she didn’t want to tell her brother her secret about their father.
Before Hazel could reply, the two looked upstairs to hear steps coming downstairs to