Helanie:
"Mr. Coombs, we thought you were too sick to come out of your room," I said, curiosity clear in my voice. He smiled, but I could tell it was fake, just to throw us off guard.
"Yeah, I'm tired and a little sick. Actually, after Salem died, I haven't been too well," he mumbled, and the mention of Salem soured my mood even more. Every time I thought of Sydney, I wanted to slap her for what she'd done to Salem. And even now, when her father mentioned Salem, she rolled her eyes and grunted.
"I'm sorry, do you not feel bad for your sister?" I asked, calling her out. I could tell it shocked her. She hadn't expected me to directly point at her odd behavior.
"It saddens me, but it also reminds me how all the fingers were pointed at me," she hissed, stabbing a finger at her chest.
"And rightfully so," I added. She glared back at me with a deep scowl.
