For a moment she paused, watching as lightning forked across the sky. It was a lackluster day at best and it matched her mood. She could not forget the image of Kellen standing before his brother’s coffin, his eyes filled with tears. Her own eyes watered at the memory. Losing a family member was never easy, but the pain she saw in the faces of the Alexanders nearly broke her heart. With a sigh, Addison left the window in her bedroom to change into a pair of jeans and a snug, white T-shirt with a red heart on the front. She gathered her hair into a careless ponytail, the black ends touching the top of her spine. The day crawled by. Addison was up to her ears in paperwork. She had gone over everything, crossing t’s and dotting i’s, making sure that not a single detail fell through the cracks. Kellen stayed at the forefront of her mind. She wanted to check on him but didn’t want to be a pest or give him the wrong idea.
