“Come, Darryl, Sit here.” Megan smiled. She pulled a chair next to her while ignoring the judgemental glares from the others.

Darryl was about to leave, but he was touched by Megan’s sincerity. He sat down calmly.

“Meg love, why are you friends with him?” Kent came to his senses—he asked confusedly.

Megan sighed gently, “Kent, can you not judge a book by it’s cover? In my eyes, everyone is the same. So what if Darryl Darby is living with his in-laws? Does that mean I can’t be friends with