SERAPHINA
Somewhere in the distance, something was breaking.
Not loudly, but visible. The exact moment everything began to fall apart.
From the car, I watched clenched fists and jaws, with calmness that comes with anticipation of the irreversible happening.
The tension came not from the actions, but from what was about to happen.
A “kill or be killed” feeling lurked in the atmosphere. Jasper was the first to move; his usual calculated composure was completely shattered. I saw a hurt ego.
“How dare you!” he barked.
His eyes were wide, panicked, and darting, that desperate look that showed terror.
It was all a twist space between fight or flight. Every person there was a weapon waiting to be aimed.
And the best part? None of them realized they were exactly where I needed them to be.
