Shattered Perfection

Declan

They stared at me like I was speaking in a foreign language.

"Am I speaking Spanish?" My voice cut through the room like a blade, and Mrs. Cross actually flinched.

"Honey. Call the police.. call the police." Mr. Cross barked at her, and she scrambled to her feet, frantically patting herself down for her phone.

I just tore another piece of lamb off the bone with my bare hand, slow and delibe