My bedroom offered no comfort. My stomach churned every time I thought of what happened. I’m half his. Darkness flows in me. I paced my room, trying to make sense of it all. Grandma’s warning that he’d come for me kept going around and around in my mind. I wouldn’t even know him. He could be anyone.
“Clara, can you come downstairs?” Mom’s voice filtered into my room.
I sighed. I really didn’t feel like celebrating anymore. The new hair, flawless skin… All that had excited me this morning was now lost in a pit of despair and worry. I slowly trudged down the stairs.
I could be evil.
“Yeah,” I mumbled as I walked into the living room.
Grandma sat in her chair, watching me cautiously. Mom stood beside the fireplace. “Are you okay?” she asked.
“Not really.”
They both looked at me. Gra
