Cal wasn’t here. A dab of pink icing flattened on the floor sent up the sweet smell of vanilla as Frankie headed toward the front of the center. As she passed the basketball net, the sharp scent of teenage-boy sweat mingled with the cloying mix of the girls’ perfume. The place needed to be aired ...
he said. He glanced behind him. “Let’s sit down over on the couch.” Willa slipped past Griff in the tiny kitchen and went over to the couch, trying to compose herself. In a few moments, Griff joined her. He was holding a brown bottle and several tubes and packages of bandages. “You look like you’...
The kitchen light shone on the dirty dishes he’d left in the sink this morning. He’d been in a hurry to leave. To see Emma. And Harley, he realized. He dropped his cane into its usual spot by the door and limped inside. So he’d left dishes in the si...