Oh no, did Justin fall off his bike again? I knew I should have bought him those knee and elbow pads. Worried, I jump out of bed, take the stairs two steps at a time, and run outside. Justin is sitting on the grass, his face a scary shade of red, contorted into an expression that can only be desc...
In the dining room, four-year-old Nick is busy with his after-school snack: apple slices smothered in peanut butter, animal crackers with cheddar cheese, and a glass of full cream milk. He hums and sways his head from side to side while he eats, seeming thoroughly entertained with himself. Ellie ...
He looked vaguely familiar, like I knew him from somewhere, but it was you I couldn’t tear my eyes from. Your hair was lighter, wavier, and I couldn’t decide whether or not I liked it. The way you dressed was different—you looked less laid-back and more like you cared—and I didn’t know if it was ...