I opened the front door to an older version of Oliver, Sasha’s brother, “Hi, you must be Quinn?”
“Yes, I’ve come to pick up Sasha,” he said nervously.
“Come in,” I moved out of the doorway so he could enter, and he came in and stood behind me. I shut the door and put my hand out, “I’m Patrick’s Dad, Ian.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Quinn said shaking my hand.
“The kids are in the living room, come on through,” I led the way to the living room. We walked down the hallway, “Sash