ARIA

Five Years Later

I pull the casserole out of the oven and kick the door closed with my foot, careful not to burn myself.

Somewhere deep in the house, I hear screaming.

"Barty?" I say loudly. "What's going on?"

There's a considerable pause before he responds. "Nothing!"

I shake my head and set the dish down on the dining table. "Wren? Wanna tell me what's going on?"

Again, she doesn't respond right away. I know those two are up to something. They're always fighting and their ...