Clutch
A Flash Fiction Prequel from The Lockwood Series
June 13, 1997
Richmond, Virginia
The heavy rain soaked through her clothes as Cosima hurried down the darkened street. She clutched her swollen, pregnant stomach in a bare-knuckled attempt to keep warm, but it was more than just chills that shivered through her body. She silently thanked the powers-that-be that Rurik had the foresight to book her a hotel room. Just in case.
He’d seen this coming.
She’d been naive.
Again.
She hadn’t expected the warmest welcome when she showed up at her parent’s house with eight months worth of news in her belly, but she hadn’t expected an all-out war to take place.
Cosima ducked under the cover of a bus stop and dug through her pockets for whatever change she had left so she could call Rurik on the payphone. Walking the rest of the way in the rain was out of the question, and he wasn’t supposed to show up at the house for another hour.
She was supposed to break the news and lay the groundwork, then he would show up and she’d introduce him.
Baby steps.
Baby steps were blown sky-high the second her sister laid eyes on her. Twin sister.
