Chapter 41 - "What Are You Sorry For?"-03

"I don't know what you are talking ab — " "And make her sad, — " "Please stop it— " "You were never there for her! Not when she cried last night —" "Please—" "And not when her father — " "Shut your damned mouth, Ezra!" Both of us fall silent when Seneca interrupts us. I turn around only to find her standing in front of an open door that I didn't notice was there before. She's wearing an enormous robe that engulfs her, and a towel is slung over her shoulder. Tiny little rivulets of water trickle down her face, rolling down her neck and into the slightly deep neckline of her robe — Don't think about that Micajah! Her hair is wet as well, the color of it a dark maroon-ish brown due to its soaked state. Was she in the bathroom the whole time? "Get out! Both of you!" She orders, her jaw clenching like it does when she's angry. I throw a poisonous gla