Not that anyone else noticed. I was positive they didn't. They all assumed she was long gone, that the woman they'd been waiting to interrogate had simply cracked her cauldron and no one was home at the moment. Or would be at any time in the future.
If only they knew. But I didn't tell them. Because.
Oh, come on. I'd think the "because" in this whole disaster would be glaringly obvious.
I was getting really good at pretending everything was okay, though, it turned out. Mom even let me retreat to my room, claiming the need to rest, without an argument and only a soft hug and love to show for my deceit.
Made me feel worse, didn't it? Because.
Ah, all the becauses building up into pending disaster that was my evolution into monstrousness.