Any other time she might have argued with his analysis. He was locking himself away in his little office and then going to lecture her about being miserable? Even some sarcastic comment about the actual house having a mood. She just brushed her hair back with her fingers and looked back at him. She could be calm or at least attempt the appearance of it. Her stomach on the other hand just felt like it was tying itself into knots to see how long before she had to rush to a bathroom.
He was a bully as far as she could tell. Instead of lunch money he just stole their sense of security and self-respect. Every minute she could about feel counting down to a moment that she wouldn't know was at zero until it was there. She had plenty of reasons for looking miserable. If she could manage even one more year she might feel better. Emily would be out of school and getting on with her life somewhere other than this house. She had another question suddenly, but it could wait. Bethany just pulled the door closed behind her before she made the idiotic mistake of saying something else.