Denae twisted awake in her bed, breathing hard with eyes that were as wide as saucers. She had just woken up from a nightmare, one which included her imaginary depiction of how her parents died. Jerald had told her the whole story and because of that, she could easily picture the awful scene in the nightmares that haunted her at night.
Rubbing her eyes, she shuffled off the bed and towards the one bathroom in the house that she unfortunately shared with the other girls. On mornings like this, when Jerald demanded they all have breakfast together, they’d get ready and leave for the dining house as soon as the sun came out.
But today, they were all still here, waiting patiently by the four face basins aligned side by side in the bathroom.
“Did you enjoy watching me cry like a fool last ni
