Bryce: Poisonous Family
My window rattled as the wind pushed against it on a rainy English day.
The dark clouds hovered above.
I gazed out, shrugged my shoulders, and walked over to the photo album in my closet’s safe.
I’d spent more time looking at the photos making sure no one was around when I did this.
I even took them into the bathroom at night to go through each one for clues as to what was going on.
I’d found nothing.
KNOCK.
KNOCK.
I swiftly stuffed the photo album back into the safe and locked it.
“Yes?”
“It’s me,” said Rose from the other side as I rushed to open the door.
She stood there wearing a rosy floral dress with an insipid expression as she marched inside.
“What happened?” I asked shutting the door behind her.
“I saw Wanda,” she said while walking to the bed
