Well, if she was bluffing back she was good. Kaden shrugged off the jacket and put it back on the rack, taking the shirt she'd picked. "We always have a Thanksgiving party at ours," he said, less than eager about it. "Well, my brothers have people over and everyone gets drunk. Gonna be wild. Gonna be a par-taaahaaay."
Imagine leaving home, for a year, he thought, since that was a better thought that his own Thanksgiving. Imagine leaving and never coming back.