Authors: Emilia Kincade
Dad is happy and that means something is very, very wrong.
Duncan and I both share a mutual look of confusion. We both know that if Dad is this bubbly about something, it means that it’s good for
him
.
What’s good for him is almost invariably bad for us.
The dining room is dimly lit. Dad brought out the candles, and their flames fall upward almost in an exact straight line, and I remember that he mentioned something about having the windows in the house resealed.