I'm still staring at her when my body finally decides to move. Rhe chair legs scrape loudly against the floor as I push back from the table and stand. Seein that I recognize her maybe? Margaret leaves her there and heads back to the kitchen.
My heart is beating faster now for some reason, not like I'm scared though jusy.... confused kind. The kind where something doesn't add up and your brain keeps trying to piece together a puzzle tat doesn't even mak sense.
"Claire…?"
She doesn't answer, she just….. just stands there watcheing me, still standing near the doorway where Margaret left her with that same small smile on her lips.
I walk toward her slowly trying to read her face.
"What's going on?" I ask.
My arms cross over my chest without me even realizing it.
"Why are you at my house so early in the morning?. Did something happen?"
Still nothing.
