She flinched, releasing me, her eyes wide, her chest lightly heaving. "What..."
"Four years ago..." I said, my eyes holding hers. I remembered it like I remembered my own name. The night four years ago. I had just turned eighteen.
It was a rainy night, and again, I was put out for having an argument with Reed. It was my birthday too, and Reed had insisted on wearing the dress I had spent days making for myself. I remember the heated argument almost word for word, and I remembered how Father had instantly taken sides. It got worse when Leilyn started to feign tears, and Father had slapped me, accusing me of doing something to her.
But at that point in my life, I was pretty used to it already, so when I got locked out of the house yet again, I took a stroll.
I had made a habit of walking
