A startled shriek escaped Veronica’s lips. “Esther, what are you doing?” she demanded, her voice sharp with confusion. “How do you even know what these are? Where did you find them?” Her heart raced, her mind struggling to make sense of the scene.
Esther barely looked up, her expression annoyingly indifferent. With a casual shrug, she said, “I thought they’d be fun to stick up my nose.” The words, spoken so flatly, hit Veronica like a slap—cold, nonsensical, and disturbingly deliberate.