Lydia's Point Of View
The keyboard beneath my fingers clicked a little too hard.
No… a lot too hard.
"Lydia… you're going to break it," someone muttered from the next desk.
I didn't even look up. My eyes stayed fixed on the screen, though I'd stopped seeing the numbers long ago. "Then maybe they should give me a stronger one," I snapped, my voice sharp enough to cut glass.
Silence. Good. Let them be quiet. Let them all mind their business.
Because if one more person mentioned Seraphina today, I was going to lose it. Completely. Publicly. And I didn't even care anymore. The thin thread of my composure had frayed to almost nothing, and I could feel it unraveling with each passing minute.
My screen blurred as I stared at the numbers I had been working on. They stopped making sense five minutes ago. Or maybe ten. Time had become elastic, stretching and contracting in ways that made my head throb.
