Maria's Point of View
The tension between Fredrick and me had been building for weeks. But it was just that which was drowning me. Everything about him seemed cold, his distant looks, slowly chipping me away piece by piece. Something was wrong, I knew this, and Fredrick was still not ready to talk about it, which just added more despair to the situation. We had once been like two halves of the same whole. Of late, however, it seemed like I was losing him.
After my confrontation with Kairo and Mrs. Thompson at the mansion, I went home feeling totally drained. I sat on the couch, in a house full of dreadful silence. Hana was quietly playing in her room, and Floyd. well, Floyd was over Kairo's. The emptiness in the house echoed louder than anything, reminding me of everything I was slowly
