The car was filled with the sound of someone crying loudly, and it wasn't a pretty sight. It was me. The moving car almost felt like it was vibrating because of the intensity of it, the sobs just racking my whole chest.
I had tried to hold myself together this morning. I didn't even bother to eat breakfast, my stomach feeling too knotted up with guilt to handle anything. Eriko had ended up carrying my plate for me, following me out to the car like a silent shadow. Kaye sat in the front seat next to Eriko, while I slumped into the back, trying to hide my face.
The second we pulled away from the house and the cottage disappeared from view, I couldn't hold it in anymore. I started crying. I couldn't control it even if I wanted to.
Eriko reached over and cranked up the music, the speakers thumping just to try and drown out the sound of my voice, but I was loud. I was wailing.
I made my brother cry again. The thought kept looping in my head like a nightmare on repeat.
