oes were creamy, and there was even a pumpkin pie, the same kind she had refused to make last year because she said it was too m

heart," she said, placing a

apple cider, her hand shaking slightly. "To

e glass, Leo's hand shot

ingly strong. "She should have

Leo," Mom snapped. "

. He picked up a carton from the counter and poured a thi

" I said, trying t

ah," Leo commanded, hi

knocked both glasses. They tipped over, spilling their contents across the wooden table. Th

A gritty black powder

eal. I stared at it, my blood running co

ished. I felt a

mmered, pushing my chair back. "

d the door, and leaned against it, my body trembling. They weren't tr