There was a brief pause as UsBox finished its commercial and went to the clip of the Muffet Show that I’d clicked on. Cassie and I unclapped our hands over our ears and came out from our hiding spaces. She was buried under all our blankets and pillows. I was under the bed with my eyes slammed shut and doing my best to close my ears to what the commercial may or may not be broadcasting.
“What was that, Clark?!” She was crying already, not that I can blame her. ”
I ran back over to the computer and clicked out back to the desktop. “It’s a commercial,” I said. “It’s just a commercial.” I was breathing hard, trying to stop my own tears of panic from breaking out and streaming down my cheeks.