The Departure

The sky was gray that morning, the kind of dull color that made everything look lifeless. The rain hadn’t fallen yet, but the wind carried that faint dampness that always came before a storm. Tessa stood in the living room, her hands trembling slightly as she folded one last stack of the kid’s clothes into a box. The air was heavy and silent as if the mansion itself was holding its breath.

Her face was swollen from crying all night, her eyes rimmed in red. Pretty and Beauty ...