I can tell that Eliza isn't very relieved that it wasn't a six feet tall wolf that entered into the house, after all, sometimes humas can be the worst monsters. She notices I haven't panicked though and that calms her down a little bit. Not enough to ignore the fact that Zack is staring at her as if she was some piece of meat.
"Zack, what are you doing here?" I have been asking this question a lot lately. People just seem to be walking into my life uninvited when I simply don't need or want them anymore. Why weren't they here before, when I found myself holding on to whatever piece of sanity that remained to be able to bury my parents alone? Or when I had to hold myself at night to keep the nightmares from completely destroying me? I guess I just have to get used to people not being there
