Despite the cloud coverage, the day was hot and humid, with only the barest hint of a breeze blowing in from the lake.But a storm was headed their way.Lynette could feel it in her bones.She’d lived all her life on the Louisiana Gulf Coast, and even as a kid, she’d always been highly attuned to a sudden shift in weather patterns and wind direction, the slightest drop of barometric pressure. The atmospheric changes seemed to creep along her skin, giving her aches and pains in her joints and chilling her all the way down to her core.A storm was brewing, all right. She could smell the rain already.The wind shifted ever so slightly, and she thought to herself that it was time for her and J.D. to make tracks. She’d taken him out for a stroll along the shady side of the sidewalk, and as she turned back toward the house, it seemed to Lynette that the edges of the low-hanging cumulus clouds had already begun to darken.She stopped for a moment to adjust the top on the stroller. J.D. had fallen asleep, and as Lynette fiddled with the canopy, she paused to graze her finger along his soft cheek.You sweet little thing.
What do You think about The Whispering Room (2009)?
