Chapter １５

"Unless, of course, you're Jessica. You are aware of other's feelings-"

"he pack house is full of mysteries that are never revealed to anybody who enters via the front entrance. In order to find out, you must inquire, demand?"

I'm taken aback. What was the catalyst behind this? What makes her think she knows? Immediately, droplets of water trickle off my fingertips and onto the kitchen tile. Jessica takes a handshake and a grin from me.

She hands the cup to me, and I wash it in complete silence. I'm completely preoccupied with this darn cup. The sensation is similar to having a large rock trapped in my throat. My vision is impaired by moisture and a glass cup.

As I sob uncontrollably, the cup shatters onto the stainless steel sink below. As droplets stream down my cheeks, I grip the edge of the sink with my hands.