Today is 20-7 so I picked page 207! We lingered outside for longer than we should have until Seb called out to us that dinner was on the table. It reminded me, not for the first time that night, of our childhood. Of stretching out seconds into minutes more of playtime. The games we played together that only we understood. Only this time Seb’s voice replaced that of Dad’s beckoning us in. Only now, we weren’t playing games any longer.
Evie edged towards the kitchen, pausing in each shadow, picking her way through the strip of grass reluctantly, as though her home was the very last place she wanted to be.