“Right here. In our new home,” he says in a voice that could be a hundred different things.
“Our new home,” I repeat, and I think the way I say it, it sounds like a wish.
Except for the first time, it really feels like it might be more than a wish. It might be our real life.
Waiting on Wednesday ~ A Friendly Town That’s Almost Always by the Ocean!
I let Random.org select a page, and it selected page 210.
TK balked and tried to veer sideways. Kit gently spoke his name and corrected his movements back toward the next jump. “Easy,” she murmured, putting all the calm energy she could into the word. “And… jump!”