Quinn
Clem is storming around the room, fists clenched tight and muttering a lot of intelligible conversation to whom I can only assume is herself.
‘How dare she? How dare she remove my hammock she doesn't even like that room. It was your great grandma's room and she used to read to me in there. Nobody else ever sat in there. Ever. Nobody Quinn. It was special to me. It was my safe space when Dad died. I guess it is her house. But no, shouldn’t she be moving out? She’s supposed to leave once we get married and I become Luna. No, she didn’t leave when you Married Emily. Eurgh. She’s never going to leave. Why couldn’t she leave that room alone? Has she not done enough? How much more is she going to take from us?’
I didn’t answer any of her questions or what she was saying because she di
