"She's okay but just needs a little break from everything," Andrew had said, as way of explanation, and Kaia continued to stare at him through narrowed eyes, as if trying to extract the real truth of his words. Maybe he killed her, Kaia thought, and disposed of the body. His eyes were just a little bit shifty, after all, if you looked close enough. Just because everyone thought he was a good-looking man didn't mean he didn't have it in him. Wasn't it always the least likely person who ended up disposing of his wife, or even his whole family? And he looked nervous, as if he wasn't telling the entire truth. And what about all the tension that had been in the house over the past year? Had he finally snapped and done her in? Her stare turned into a glare, and her father finally looked right at her with a confused look. "What?" Andrew asked, which had snapped Kaia out of her murder fantasy and back to reality. "Nothing," she replied darkly."Fine," he said. "Make sure you don't miss your bus."Kaia grudgingly didn't miss her bus, but she fumed all the way to school thinking of a few murder plots of her own.Okay, she thought as the bus rolled on and on, stop after stop.
