CLANG
Ginna spun around at the sharp sound of glass shattering.
When she turned, she saw Monica standing frozen, shards scattered across the floor at her feet.
"Monica? Are you okay?"
At the sound of her voice, Monica snapped out of her daze and nodded. "Yes... I'm fine. It just slipped..." Even as she spoke, her voice felt distant, unfocused.
Ginna frowned slightly. "Move away carefully. I'll clean this up."
Monica nodded again, guilt flickering across her face as she stepped back.
Ginna stepped outside and returned with a broom.
As she began sweeping the broken glass, Monica asked, "Did Luke come back for lunch?"
Ginna hummed. "No, he hasn't come back since morning. Why? Did something happen?"
The brunette slowly shook her head, her gaze drifting toward the window.
"I don't know why... but I have this really bad feeling. Like something's gone wrong."
Maybe she was overthinking it, but her heart wouldn't settle.
