Forty

“Tanya?” Kyra’s voice was shaky and her hands were clammy as she called out again.

Her deft remained planted on the floor, it felt too heavy to lift because at that moment she had the urge to bolt from the room.

Tanya blinked twice before she returned to the present. She shook her head and a wide smile spread on her face, “You are done? I am trying to help you pick out what to wear.”

Now, it was Kyra's turn to go into a haze. The way Tanya snapped back to her usual jolly nature was giving her a whiplash that she was even beginning to think that she imagined the whole thing.

Tanya's eyes had been blank and her face scrunched in a terrible expression that made Kyra scared. Everything had disappeared and it was as if her mind was playing tricks on her.

“Oh?” That was the only thing Kyra could say. Her brain was working too slow to catch up with the latest development.

“Yeah, I do not want us wasting a lot of time. I wanted to make things easier for you since I sent your maid away.”

“Cynt