・Abigale's POV・
I wake up to the sound of people talking downstairs and light piercing through my eyes. Adjusting, I squint my eyes, sluggishly getting up and opening my curtains with a groan. The sun's too bright, I tell myself, closing the curtain again. Another groan erupts as I feel an oncoming headache, then go to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, I grab two Advils and down them with a leftover water bottle on the counter. Then, I rinse my face with water and head downstairs, the constant voices piquing my interest.
As I'm walking down the stairs I see my mom, Vanessa, and an agitated Luke speaking to one another. His eyebrows furrow as Vanessa continues talking to him, cueing for me to leave. I turn around and take a step up the stairs until there's a creak, the house going silent. I
