I was furious. I was beyond furious. I opened my mouth to speak but Paige shot me a withering glare. I’d never seen her with any expression besides an upbeat smile. Her glare was disconcerting; it didn’t look right with her face and it was so… so angry.
A second later, she was smiling politely and answering a question my mother had asked. I was silent, still totally stunned.
Paige dragged me down to the basement, Mom yelling after us that she’d bring snacks down in a minute. She shoved me in a chair and sat on a table in front of me and glared.
It had the same affect as before, I flinched. “Drew,” she finally sighed, “Really. Couldn’t you even try?”
I blinked, confused, “What?”
“Your killing her,” she said quietly, “She’s totally losing her mind.”
I did feel guilty about that. I had been feeling guilty, but not enough to change anything. It was all I could do to make it from day to day. I shrugged, muttering, “It’s hard.”
She smiled faintly, “You’re right. It is. But it’s hard for her too.”