Forgotten (Shattered Sisters Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
There were a pair of brackets etched between his dark brows. He kept looking at her across the table. Not saying anything, just looking at her between bites. It gave her a squirmy kind of feeling. As if he was searching for something, as if he was trying to read her mind. He finished his raisin bran and rose, rinsing the bowl, then stacking it in the dishwasher. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong, or just keep frowning all morning?" But she already knew, didn't she? She'd felt the eerie restlessness in the middle of the night. She'd paced and shivered and given in to her craving for a cigarette. She'd sensed the ugly blackness closing in. She’d tried to run it off with a morning jog, but she’d been too afraid to leave his side, to go far. She’d jogged up and down the driveway a dozen times, keeping the house always in sight. He turned to face her, smiling a little. "I didn't realize I was frowning." "It was that phone call. You've been messed up ever since." She rose, too, leaving her cereal bowl, spoon still inside, on the table.
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