~Hannah~
Why does this usually happen—these kinds of moments? Moments when the perfect saying matches a situation.
I've always heard that no secret can be hidden forever but what I didn't know was that it gets revealed in the worst possible way ever.
As I grip the evening Howling's newspaper, my fingers turn into jelly. I want to take in air but it seems either I've forgotten how to breathe or air has just decided to not flow through me.
“What the hell is this nonsense?!” Cathylene slams, her cold voice snapping me back to the moment.
Like her son, Cathylene never likes bringing her family issues out to the hearing of the house servants but today, she threw her classiness, her many years of learned and preserved manners to the gutters, trots outside the main building, yelling.
“T
