t. The memory of the shed, of the gnawing h

sing over Britney, who was sitting at

Mr. Smith, snapped from behind his newspaper. "Britney is st

mpatient. It always w

elf," I said, my voi

stopped fluffing the collar on Britney's dress. Even

just say?" my

arted to tremble. Her face went pale, and

er voice shaking dramatical

ention immediate

my mother asked, rushing to her

mother. Her eyes were locke

eryone in the room. She slid off her ch

rising to a hysterical pitch. "Please, don't ki

m went

d father sta

his chair, his face a mask of fury, an

L

ide. The sting on my cheek was nothing compared to t

, his face inches from mine.

he floor, began to

. "I came back to save you! Chloe... in my past life

d, her hand fly

e, a sick, manipulative performance. But I knew

darting towards the front do

r. She lunged forward

. "She's going to run away and r