#Chapter 365: Your Word Is ‘Home’

Julian immediately took another step backwards, adding more space between him and me. We both nervously glanced at Nicholas who mostly seemed confused by his own reaction. He cut off his growl with a sharp grunt. “Sorry,” he said. “Don’t worry,” I replied. “It’s my fault,” Julian said. “No,” Nicholas quickly corrected. “I don’t know what came over me.” “I knew this game was a bad idea,” Bridget says, rising from the couch. “I tried to warn everyone, but no one takes me seriously.” I distinctly remembered Bridget championing the idea for charades so much that she took to mostly organizing it herself. Now, suddenly, when something had gone wrong, she didn’t want anything to do with the idea? “We should definitely stop,” Bridget continued. “I, for one, am out totally.” She looked around at everyone, expecting them to agree. Maybe she wasn’t wrong in this instance. The joyful mood I had been attempting to cultivate seemed utterly at waste now, with only thick tension in