~TESSA~
Just when I thought all my fears had been buried, things seemed to be falling apart.
Again.
Though Ryder had told me not to worry my head about what I'd seen earlier, it still... didn't feel okay.
He said it was probably some kid... who'd done it. But... that thing?
It looked odd to me. Only one name echoed through my mind.
Marcus Reynolds.
Who else could it have been?
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Dinner should’ve felt normal.
Debbie made pasta... ... and Mrs. Bishop was glowing, talking about some garden party she wanted to throw before the weather changed.
But Ryder barely touched his food.
He wasn’t tense exactly... he was coiled. Calm. Polite. But somewhere else.
I watched him from across the table. Said nothing.
But I felt it.
Like he was preparing for something.
A storm, maybe.
Afterwa
