Kayla
Nora’s voice sliced through the quiet kitchen, causing me to turn. She was standing in the doorway, her hands clenched tightly into fists at her sides.
I didn’t know what to say at first. I had hardly even seen Nora in the past few weeks, let alone spoken to her. And now here she was, starting fires just for the sake of watching things burn.
“What do you want, Nora?” I finally asked, schooling my face into as much cool indifference as I could muster. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me upset, even though I was pretty sure she had already seen the way my shoulders had been trembling, the white color of my knuckles as I gripped the edge of the counter.
She shrugged one shoulder and crossed her slender arms over her chest. “Nothing. Just stating facts
