He stood in the hallway, staring at me for a moment. Not saying anything along the lines of how it was good to see me again. Because that would be a lie.
“Okay, Adele,” he finally said, using my name, which was never a good sign. Honestly, I think I actually preferred “kid.” Then, thank you baby Jesus, he left.
Carefully, I closed the bedroom door, slumping against it because excessive drama. I’d known coming back was going to be a certain level of hell, but not one quite this deep.
One hundred and twenty hours and counting.
On behalf of 1001 Dark Nights,
Liz Berry and M.J. Rose would like to thank ~