C63 Falling apart
Mrs Anderson
The clatter of Mr Anderson’s shoes echoed through the hallway before he burst into the bedroom.
His face was pale, and his usually composed demeanor was replaced with panic.
Mrs Anderson looked up from her book, frowning at the sight of him. "What happened?" she asked, setting the book down on her lap.
Mr Anderson ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room like a caged animal
