Abby Sunlight spills through the restaurant windows, casting a warm golden glow over the bar where everyone is leaning. It’s right before opening, and I’ve called everyone: Chloe, Daisy, Ethan, John, and Anton to the front. Leah is here too before work, a cardboard cup of coffee in her hand, which
I find myself laughing, really laughing, for the first time in two weeks. “Okay, taste this,” I instruct, scooping a spoonful of sauce for them. They oblige, and the looks on their faces tell me all I need to know. “That’s the stuff,” Leah grins. Chloe nods. “You’ve still got it, Abby.” …
Karl “Talk to him. It’s good for him to hear some language—keeps the brain active.” The doctor’s words still linger in the back of my mind as I stand in my brother’s bedroom, looking down at him. He’s laying in his bed, still unconscious. I hate seeing him like this. The tubes, the IV, the sou
Abby The phone rings for a beat too long. My heart is practically in my throat as I wait, each drone of the ringtone sounding like a warning siren in my ears. What will I even say to him? “Hey, sorry I kissed you and then told you it was a mistake for the millionth time. Anyway, will you come ba
Abby I’m still standing, frozen, just inside the threshold of the kitchen. The air is silent as John and Anton suddenly halt their cooking, their eyes meeting each other for a moment before they slide over to me. “Abby?” John’s voice is somewhat incredulous, seeing as how I haven’t set foot in h
Abby Five years ago. It was the day before the annual Alpha party. I was standing in front of the mirror on a little platform while the seamstress worked her magic. My dress hugged my body perfectly in all the right places, an elegant black with flutter sleeves and a hem that trailed down to my
Before I know it, I’m inside, the bell above the door announcing my entrance. “I’ll take it,” I’m telling the saleswoman, and it’s as if my body is moving of its own accord. The price pops up on the screen, my card swipes, and my fingers tremble slightly as I walk out of the shop with the bag in m
Karl The silence in the mansion is a stark contrast to the hum of the restaurant. I’m sitting at my desk amidst paperwork, meetings, and preparations for tomorrow’s luncheon. The pack is buzzing with excitement; their Alpha is looking for a date, potentially even a new Luna. It’s the talk of the t