Liz
By the time we crashed through the front door, the heavens had opened. Rain pounded against the roof in relentless sheets while lightning split the sky in violent flashes of violet and navy. Thunder shook the walls around us with enough force to rattle the windows, as though even the Goddess herself mourned what had just happened.
My hair dripped over my shoulders as I ran to my room and threw open the door. Nausea rolled through me at the realization of what I was about to do. I grabbed the hand-sewn bag I had stuffed in the closet the day I had arrived here and began shoving clothes inside. Clothes Emma had carefully stocked the house with for me. I didn't wait for anyone to tell me to stop. Their pleas would fall on deaf ears.
I was done.
My eyes drifted toward the phone rest
