The living room was quiet save for the soft sounds that came from the television. The light from the chandelier above cast a soft golden hue over the room, but it did little to warm the heavy atmosphere that loomed like a dark cloud over everyone seated.
Tessy sat on one end of the plush sofa, her hands folded tightly in her lap, a distant look in her eyes that refused to settle. Though she had washed her hands thoroughly, exactly as Dera had insisted due to how deadly the substance was, scrubbing until her palms were red and her fingers tingled, she still couldn't shake the thought of how close she'd come to unknowingly ingesting a deadly poison.
