TRISTEN.
"Who's dead?" Laurel repeats, her eyes already brimming even as she turns to her mom. "Is it dad? Mom, is dad dead?"
But Grace is already halfway down the steps and she is livid.
"Get out."
"Grace…" He starts but she doesn't let him finish.
"Get out of my house right now!"
"Mom, stop it!"
Laurel cries, rushing after and attempting to place a pacifying hand on her mother's arm.
But Grace isn't listening. Not anymore.
She is stronger than her daughter, faster too.
Shaking off the girl, she shoves Tristen.
Pushes at his biceps, his shoulders, his chest.
He takes a step back, not because her shoving him is effective but because he can see that the futility of her efforts is only serving to make her even more angry.
He hadn't heard them come out of their room, hadn't hea
