“Yeah, well, before you get too excited, you can’t put up a murder board in the study room in the library.”
I nodded sagely. “Of course not.”
Maisey visibly relaxed.
“That room is far too small for a murder board,” I added simple to see the sharp flash of panic in her eyes.
She smacked my arm.
It was worth it.
An electric buzz of the vending machine. The gentle tap of water leaking from a pipe above. Not knowing if the footsteps drifting away are what I should be terrified of.
Because it’s overwhelming, I count. Throwing in the Mississippi in between like Mom taught me. I count slower when I hit fifty, then even slower when I hit two hundred. I start again at zero, pretending that his absence during the first three hundred seconds doesn’t matter.
Wow, super amazing and special. Katie McGarry did it once again, again she gave us a pair of wonderful, special characters. Characters that you will love, you want to hold and hug, characters you want to shake to give them some more sense and characters you care about way too much.