Teresa

When Clara stormed out of my bedroom, the tension was still thick in the air, but I had managed to get to my home office. It was too quiet. I should be worried, but I wasn't.

I sat in my desk chair and leaned in it so hard that it creaked a little. My head still hurt slightly from the brick, but it wasn't too much to keep me in bed.

Everything that had happened lately felt like one giant crack waiting to split open. Nothing felt normal. A lot of things felt odd.

Including ...