I had to make my move. Now or never. “Have you ever been to St. Louis?” I asked. “When I was a kid,” Kyra said. “I remember going up in the Arch and being terrified because of how much it sways in the wind.” “You want to go again?” I asked. I think my smile was too big, too urgent. “It’s only 80 ...
Barnard finally reentered the room, in a panic, Edison bumped his elbow on the examination table. A sharp resonant ping of pain vibrated his arm where it connected. Mr. Jacobi, the boy’s equally impatient father, also jolted upright from the stark wall he’d braced himself against. &nb...