the elephant in the room (Harry)
Once she'd composed herself slightly, Phaedra pulled on a pair of jeans, unlocked her door, and went out into the rest of the house barefoot, pacing and angry. The laptop sat open on her bed, Lindsey's picture still on the screen. Her hair was disheveled, the black tank top she'd slept in was off one shoulder.
She got to the middle of the kitchen before she realized Harry was watching her pace and could fully see her scowling face. She was far from threatening right now, and far from any kind of focused.
She didn't say anything, she just shrugged and put both hands on her hips.