K I A R A ' S P.O.V
I pad down to the kitchen, careful not to disturb Cory, the parrot who's busy snoring away in his cage. The house is so quiet, that I could hear the faint sound of Mr and Mrs Krueger screaming at each other from across the street.
At first, I found it irritating but after a couple of weeks, it is almost comforting. My eyes stray over to the crooked picture hanging sideways above the fireplace. I sigh, knowing it must have fallen again last night, and carefully fix it into place.
Tessa is smiling brightly in the picture, with her parents on either side of her, an arm strung around both of them. She's still in her cap and gown, and I think back to graduation, remembering it like it was yesterday.
The worse day of my life. The day I told my dad the truth, the day I l
