Connor walked alone. It was dark, cold, and deserted. The only sounds disturbing the crisp silence were his feet shuffling…
“Jesus Christ,” Annette gasped as she entered the room. “How many decades has it been since you’ve been here? Yurik…
“Ethel! Ethel!” Emmet yells-whispers into his sister’s ear. She doesn’t wake up. Or, rather, she does, but pretends she didn’t…
Just get it. I sigh, slipping a finger into the space between my jeans and my belly. I should stop…