Home is weird now. Mom is gone, and Dad is getting really suspicious.
HIs actions at the funeral were beautiful. I finally felt like he saw me, like he cared.
I'm just praying it wasn't an act.
Because now, as I see him slither around the house, glancing around corners, hiding his paperwork, I keep thinking it was. What if he never really cared?
And Brielle. Oh, Brielle. She stumbled across this mysterious stranger named Sagittarius or something. I don't trust him. He's too surreal. She's enamored by him, and I'm suspicious. But I guess we all could use a little happiness back in our life.
I think this as I knock on my Dad's study. I pause, knock again. I made dinner and want to tell him, but I don't think he's in there. So, I turn the knob.
Papers are littered everywhere. His usually emaculate desk is cluttered. I slowly approach it, glancing behind me.
He's a marine biologist and he's in love with his job. But he never lets me see anything.
I cautiously touch the papers, looking for any cool information, like some unique find. And as I rifle through them, I stop. I see one, small, seemingly insignificant word and I freeze.
Siren.
I gasp, snatching the paper.
But something stops me.
"Nadine!" I hear, turning abruptly, throwing the paper down.
"What are you doing in here?" My father's brow furrows as he takes on his usual disappointed glare.
"Sorry . . . I . ." I stutter. "Dinner's ready." I whisper defeatedly. I pale and skirt out of his reach, out of the forbidden room, out of his horrid stare.
But I can't get it out of my head.
Siren. Siren.
Brielle.
