From the moment Randall walked in the door, a sense of uneasiness drops onto Lydia like a net. She's been trying to push it aside ever since, thinking of Scott and how happy his mother looks - after all, if Melissa's in a good mood, that will make their news so much better received, won't it?
But through the silence the dread and death, until Lydia feels choked by it, until finally she's sitting at the table with a heart hammering not from love the way it had been hours ago with Scott, but with fear.
The longer Lydia looks at Randall, the more Lydia wants to scream.
She stays quiet though, not sure how to tell Scott, much less what to tell him, exactly.
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But through the silence the dread and death, until Lydia feels choked by it, until finally she's sitting at the table with a heart hammering not from love the way it had been hours ago with Scott, but with fear.
The longer Lydia looks at Randall, the more Lydia wants to scream.
She stays quiet though, not sure how to tell Scott, much less what to tell him, exactly.