Chapter 16

• When I entered the front hall, I noticed immediately my mother wasn’t home. No gentle humming from the sitting room, no faint scent of her perfume drifting through the corridors. Just silence and the low hum of the chandeliers above.
• Good. I didn’t feel like talking.
• I climbed the stairs toward my room, dragging my bag along the polished steps. I didn’t care where Dennis was; I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to feel that strange mixture of anger and fear every time he walked into a room.