Easter~
Jacob's laughter reverberated through the room, a sound both haunting and mesmerizing. It wasn't a laugh of amusement but one that carried the weight of centuries, echoing with the fury of storms and the stillness of ancient forests. Not loud. Not frantic. Just... final. The kind that said you had your chance. The very walls seemed to tremble, and a chill danced along my spine.
And then, in a voice so calm it made my skin crawl, he said, "Well then. Since no one wants to apologize to Easter... I guess it's time to begin the show."
The silence that followed cracked wide open.
"What?" Mama snapped, recoiling slightly like she'd smelled something foul.
Papa's face was crimson, veins standing out like ropes beneath his skin as he stormed forward, chest heaving like a steam engine. He jabbed a furious finger toward the man who'd answered the door for Jacob earlier—he was tall, muscular, with a chest so broad he could block out the sun.
