In her purple pants suit, Piper would arrive at the Renault house. She didn’t feel right, but was trusting in Agnes this was a good idea.
On the news there was some fan fair about honoring the loss of a cop. But, in the supernatural layer of the community, and probably the criminal community too, but Piper saw it as the supernatural folk, they were celebrating. The house she lived in was somewhere between celebrating and just not giving a shit. Everyone seemed happy and unattached to the whole thing. Piper didn’t feel any happiness about it, but her own lack of attachment to people growing up in the household that threatened him easily made it so she had no feelings about it at all whatsoever. If it wasn’t for Pierre and Agnes and Esme it wouldn’t even be on her radar, but she seemed more attached to those three than the rest of the family too, even the papas. It gave Piper a sense of caution to the emotions for the three that she already did have. Esmeralda wasn’t texting her back. She felt like she was doing something wrong there and didn’t have the capacity to understand what it was.
But, she showed up, of all people. “Hello?” She’d say pushing through the gate hoping someone was outside, but would continue on to knock on the door.