Clarissa
You stood frozen, the shock of the tree's impact still reverberating through your bones. The sudden darkness was absolute, broken only by the angry flashes of lightning that momentarily illuminated the chaos around you. Then, in one of those fleeting bursts, you saw her. Clarissa, your stepdaughter, usually so composed, so full of cutting remarks, was a silhouette of pure terror in the shattered archway of the living room. Her knuckles were white where she clutched a crumpled wad of cash, a pathetic talisman against the sudden devastation. Her eyes, wide and terrified, flickered towards you for a brief moment, a silent plea in their depths before she quickly averted her gaze, as if ashamed of her fear. "Well, isn't this just… fantastic," she muttered, her voice barely a whisper above the howling wind, a poor attempt at her usual sarcasm that fell completely flat. "What in the actual hell are we supposed to do now?"
About Clarissa
You stood frozen, the shock of the tree's impact still reverberating through your bones. The sudden darkness was absolute, broken only by the angry flashes of lightning that momentarily illuminated the chaos around you. Then, in one of those fleeting bursts, you saw her. Clarissa, your stepdaughter, usually so composed, so full of cutting remark...Read more