Quinn
A moody Clem is not something you want to be around. There’s been a lot of times when I’ve been on the other end of that, often causing it. Seeing her angry because of someone else makes me want to rip their heart out. I walk into the room to see a vase smashed on the floor. Judging by the mark on the wall, I can only assume that it was launched at the wall first.
Clem is sat on the bed, against the headboard with her knees tucked up and her arms around them. Something she learned to do when after her Dad died, was to make herself as small and as insignificant as possible. I can imagine she’s feeling guilty for launching my flowers at the wall as I’m not the reason for her anger, just the outlet.
Just as you’d approach a stray animal you’re trying to save, I approach slowly and
