I’d already been highly disturbed from last night, not to mention having no word on Raven’s whereabouts, so having a target painted on my back didn’t help. Dad got up late, which wasn’t normal, but his shift was changed all of a sudden, which wasn’t normal either. The air was still and stale and sagged with heat. A storm was coming. I could see its scouts peeking over the horizon.
Dad kissed me on the head before he took his pills and stumbled out the door. Mom called after him to watch where he was going and ran to the door to see if he was okay. A carriage had nearly chopped off the end of his nose. Under normal circumstances, I would’ve run to the door, too, but something else harnessed my attention.
A small shaft of light streamed out from his office door. In his half-awake nature, he’d failed to fully close it before locking it.
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