Part 3 – Harold Wakes
Part 3 – Harold Wakes
A quiet voice echoed from the hallway.
"Adrian?"
Everyone turned.
Harold Vale stood in the doorway, one hand resting against the wall for balance.
His robe hung loosely over his shoulders.
He looked older than Adrian remembered.
Much older.
"What happened?" Harold asked.
His eyes settled on the broken porcelain.
Then on Mara's injured lip.
Finally...
On Celeste.
No one answered.
Harold frowned.
"Mara."
She stood immediately.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Vale."
He looked confused.
"For what?"
Before she could answer, Adrian spoke.
"Dad."
"Did you see what happened?"
Harold's expression clouded.
"I..."
He rubbed his forehead.
"I heard shouting."
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Then he looked at Celeste.
"You were angry."
