Currently, they were staying at Lucy's Abode, as per Anasthasia's request. While Lucy and the twins went to prepare some tea and snacks, the Millards sat on the couch. Blake wasn't with them.
Despite the soft cushion and its coziness, they only sat upright and hands propped on the lap. Hands undoubtedly began to claw deep as the cool room brushed their skin with chilling horror.
Goosebumps were all over them.
Everyone lowered their heads, listening to the ticking clock. They couldn't gaze at her way.
Anasthasia would incur wrath at any moment.
Elliot was different; he was the only one who leaned his back so casually, nestling against the soft couch.
While Michael lowered his head with arms crossed. In his usual place—near the window—he was as though he wanted to steer clear. In the other end of the room found Anasthasia, who leaned her arm over the mantelpiece.
Who knew how long she was in that position, but her forearm turned numb.
