need to leave.”
For a second, I thought I’d misheard. The kitchen light above us flickered, the old bulb doing that stuttering thing it did when it was on its last legs, and the sound made the moment feel unreal, like the house itself was glitching.
I blinked once. Then again.
“You’re joking, right?” I asked.
She laughed.
Not loud. Not amused in any joyful continue reading …
