The man who had taken up unwelcome residence at my booth was arranged sloppily, one arm thrown over the back of the seat. His necktie lapped at the…
“They figure out what’s doing this yet?”
She’s lying in her bed, surrounded by mounds of blankets and pillows, wanting nothing more than to glue her eyes shut.
Not that she thinks that will help.
She hasn’t slept in weeks, the one month mark approaching quickly, reminding her that she never got…
Meredith lay in bed, drifting to sleep as Ethan caressed her head, smoothing her hair back. He was overcome by fatigue, his strokes growing slower as he slipped into slumber as well.
Both so relaxed, they didn’t notice the front door, which they had forgotten to lock, being nudged open.