“I knew those eggs were something bad. This is not how we raise our daughters,” Bonnie muttered, casting a steely gaze at Jack. She hoped that nothing untoward had happened to Gisele and Mary. She rushed outside and ran towards her girls.
The girls’ faces fell as they braced themselves for their mother’s wrath. They knew they were in trouble for sneaking out to check on the eggs, but their love for the mysterious objects outweighed their fear of punishment. As Bonnie stormed towards them, her anger palpable, the darkness outside seemed to intensify, as if a storm was brewing on the horizon.