Nov 12, 2015
@silverxxbullet
The hall clock seemed awfully loud in their silence. Dinner was finished, cleared - just another quiet Sunday in the Argent home, it would seem. Except the deaths of the Gilberts lends a heavy weight to it all. They were all grieving - Jeremy and Elena for their parents, her for the two people who felt more like her real relatives than the rest, and her father for his friends. She wants to say everything, yet comes up with so few. An animal attack. That couldn’t be it. Not with what she knew.
“What’s going on, Dad?”
