The corridor was dark. A bluish light came from the aquarium in the
living room—my own aquarium I brought with me from school. I stood still
to let my eyes become accustomed to the darkness. I could hear a soft
whirring of the water pump. No light coming from beneath Faye’s door. I
stepped toward the door, my heart thumping. Just one knock, and I would
change everything. A thunderclap exploded, jolting me with sparks and
splintered images—my mother’s and Uncle’s. Something inside me broke.
Sobered, I turned and tiptoed back to my room.
