Mira slipped out of Elias's house while his both him and his mother were going back and forth with eachother.
She just couldn't stomach more of the vile things that he eats could not help but latch onto while they spoke. The house wasn't exactly so big and her voice was very much loud like she wanted her to hear them.
The woman's words kept playing in her head like a broken record. "Dead woman walking." Over and over. The venom in that voice, the absolute certainty of it all, like they'd take her life even if she didn't die too.
She had no safe place here. Not even with the nice cousin who made jokes and offered orange juice.
His mother was dangerously and that makes him dangerous too, no offense to him.
The walk back to Lucas's mansion felt twice as long as before. Colder too, even though the sun that afternoon had been scorching.
Everything she looked at now looked like a pretty wrapping paper on a coffin. Her coffin.
