A Cold Homecoming

Hazel’s Pov

Where are you coming from by this time of the night, Hazel? My stepmother’s voice halted me mid–step when I walked into my father’s house, completely soaked with the rain. I didn’t hear her at first. My stepmother’s voice sounded far away, like a faint echo lost beneath the storm still roaring inside my head. I stood there at the doorway, soaked through and trembling, water dripping fr