Piper had fallen asleep in the living room, reading one of her school books. She jerked awake upon hearing the crash, her heart thudding in her chest. It had sounded like a window breaking, but she wasn't sure. She crept into the kitchen and grabbed her cast iron skillet, because, she felt, better safe than sorry.
She crept down the hall, poking her head into rooms, looking for the source of the noise, and found Charles, curled up in the corner of his room, looking terrified. She lowered the pan, dropping it on the bed as she rushed into the room. She slowed down when she saw the broken glass and picked through it carefully, mindful of her sock-covered feet.
"Charles?" she asked softly. She didn't follow that up with an 'Are you alright?' because anyone with eyes could see that he wasn't. "Charles, what happened?"