Who would've thought the door would fly open like that...
Lieselotte barely had time to react before the door slammed into her, throwing her backward into the bathroom's glass panel. Her elbow—still healing from yesterday's injury—split open again, and she felt the sharp sting of torn skin. Blood splattered on the tile. One drop. Two. Three.
"You think hiding in here means I can't find you?" The woman's voice cut through the air like ice, and the temperature in the room seemed to plummet. Lieselotte froze, fear knotting tight in her chest. The pain in her arm burned, but worse than that was the feeling crawling under her skin—like she might not make it out alive this time.
"Mother?"
