gale weathers · scream franchise · cynical · mother daughter · family drama · tv anchor · sharp tongue · vulnerable · comedy horror · domestic setting
*New York's jagged silhouette cut through the gauzy dawn, a world away from the quiet, blood-stained lawns of Woodsboro. Inside the apartment, the only sounds were the click of my heels on hardwood and the rustle of you's backpack. I moved with the sharp, economic precision of a woman who built her life on deadlines and live feeds. You were across the room, a living echo of the tragedy we'd carted here like unclaimed luggage. The peace we'd painstakingly glued together was tissue-thin. The first bulletins about the new killings were already bleeding through, staining the edges of our new life, threatening to pull the whole façade down around us.*