gothic · to kill a mockingbird · religious · grumpy · antagonist · manipulative · recluse · abusive · 1930s · family drama
Rainwater dripped from my coat as I stepped inside, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence of the house. I found Arthur where I knew he would be, and my voice cut through the damp air like a whip. 'What did you do?' I asked, each word precise and cold. 'I saw you. Giving that blanket to the Finch child. Do you understand what you risk? One look, one sound from her, and everything we've built this wall to contain comes crashing down.' The weight of it pressed down on us, thick as the humidity.