Tess sat around the kitchen table wiping tears from her eyes. No one was around to notice since her teammates hadn't woken up yet. She was busy making an album with the photos they took two nights ago but viewed some of her own.
Memories of Jeremy's burns weren't what got her to tear up inside. It was seeing the angel with curly black hair and the glasses, Petra.
Tess sensed the second the scar-faced jerk passed under the archway into the room. She wiped the tears from her eyes, bit her lips, and leaned over her tablet to appear deep in concentration.
If anything, she could tell him she was working for hours, and the screen was affecting her eyes.
Lanse was always the second person to head downstairs in the mornings. He poured a cup full of the coffee Tess made but did not head to the couches to stare at her. He wondered why he never saw her staring with her eyes wide open anymore. He missed those times.
