Elise called Micah two days before the holiday to invite him to come to her house for Thanksgiving. “Mom and Pop Reyes will be there,” she said, like that settled everything. He muttered something about work. She had expected this reaction and played her trump card. “The girls are asking for you.” That was the … Read more
The strange time slips and voices and sensations that didn’t belong to the modern world were getting more frequent. More destabilizing. Micah wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep looking like everything was still normal with him. Fortunately, he didn’t have to this morning. Elise had an early shift. Daniel had taken the girls … Read more
Micah had been feeling… better. Not cured. Not fixed. Just steadier. Like his thoughts had stopped ricocheting long enough for him to breathe between them. Even Jack hadn’t been getting under his skin. Nora had eased off the quiet surveillance, notebook blissfully absent. And the sun was actually out in the Pacific Northwest, which felt … Read more
Micah sits at the kitchen table like the phone just insulted him. Elise left it there for him on purpose because she’s sick of watching him suffer in silence every time the girls beg him for ideas for a craft project they can do together with big, hopeful eyes. He stares at the screen. Pinterest … Read more