Harrison’s POV
Good thing I managed to convince the gym coach that Tessa’s injury was an accident. The last thing I need is Dad blowing up over this. But the image of how she looked after the fall keeps flashing in my mind.
Why did she react like that?
Her eyes… they looked wild. Terrifying. Like something had taken over her.
“Why did she look like that?” I murmured to myself. “Like she was possessed or something.”
A familiar voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
“You look distracted, sweetheart.” Mom stood by the table, her brow slightly furrowed with concern. “Don’t you like your breakfast?”
“I love it, Mom. I just… I think I’ve had enough,” I said, pushing back from the table.
She looked at my plate. “You barely ate anything. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m totally fine,” I said
