KANE
The room was quieter now.
Mona sat on the edge of the huge chair , her fingers loosely wrapped around the small box of cupcakes, her mind replaying everything that had just happened a little too vividly.
The broken mirror.
The blood.
The way Kane had looked at her like she was the only thing anchoring him.
She exhaled slowly, shaking her head like that might settle the thoughts.
From behind the bathroom door, the steady sound of water filled the space.
Kane.