AMELIA "Can I get that bag of macaroni?" A woman's voice comes from behind me as I stack yet another shelf with inventory sitting in the foreground of the front office since yesterday. Heck, Larry and his annoying declaration that he would get the inventory done all by himself after work hours last night was far from the truth. I knew he wouldn't be able to finish the job. He's just all talk and no walk. "Is there another one available in the store that's made with something like whole grains? I have been looking all over the store for bran or gluten-free or multi-grain pasta, but I can't find it. My husband does the shopping often, so I'm quite lost." The woman's awkward chuckle after her statement makes me feel bad for her. "I have made the resolution this year to avoid gluten as much as possible, so I am trying to cut back on it." As I push another bag of cookies onto the shelf, I step back. "Let me help you." As I pivot on my feet, I come face to face with someone familiar. To
NEVILLE The pain stays in my heart. I don't care for the funeral much, even though the pastor wants me to commit to my dad's final services. As much as he knew my father, he always told him he wanted the last day of his life on earth to be a celebration. My father's idea of a wake was something that resembles a happy gathering: being surrounded by close family and friends and bade farewell to all that he did on this earth with good music. Whenever my dad would bring up something like passing away in his conversations--I would mostly mum him out. We would never willingly discuss how things would be like when he was gone. My dad thought he knew the happy wake was the best choice, and he confided in our pastor about how things should look like after he was gone. So now I'm dealing with this unknown man here in my house who is trying to realise my dad's last wishes. According to the pastor who won't leave me alone, my dad was a pure man at heart. The man that the pastor knew wanted us t
AMELIAI pace through the library door, pushing the newly borrowed book I was reading earlier into my bookbag. I know I have to walk home tonight since there's nothing much I can do. There's something wrong with the fuel tank in my car, and I can't get it fixed till they pay me by the end of this month.The car I drive right now is an old second-hand Chevy Cavalier, from the nineties, and it breaks down every other month. With all the bills racking up in my life, I have made my peace with it not working on some days, and I'm grateful for the days when it does decide to work.Otherwise, I'm okay with walking.It's obviously good for my health.Walking every day keeps the monsters at bay.Fine, I'll stop with the wisecracks.My run from the pharmacy after work to the hospital was a quick one. Some part of me thought if I paced to the library as if my life depended on it, there would be new stuff for me to read tonight. I badly need the escape that books bring into my life.Also, I had
NEVILLEAnother series of knocks at my door manifests itself, and I hide the envelope that my dad left me inside one of the old books in my bookcase. It's a safe space, and I know no one will look for it there. Part of me is dying to read what's inside, but part of me isn't ready to face what my dad wants to tell me. It has to be something important. I know it.I release my head from my hands as I get up from the edge of the bed and make my way to the door.Who wants to talk to me now?"Who is it?""Son, you can't hide in your room for the entire night." It's Jean's voice that I can hear as clear as day. "There are so many people downstairs who want to pay their respects to you and your family. And they can't do it if you are sitting scared inside the comfort of your room for the rest of the night." His voice is soft and mellow. "Some of them have driven hours just to see you because they aren't sure if they will be seeing you again.""I'm not going anywhere, Jean." My breath comes ou
NEVILLENot only the night is young, but I am also not even that sleepy. The people who came to this impromptu gathering have started thinning out. I didn't realise Jean could organise something like this so-called wake and turn it into a glamorous party that I'm sure will be whispered about in the days to come. I won't be surprised if a part of the night gets featured in the papers tomorrow. Nobody is more surprised at my ability to deal with so many people from such diverse backgrounds in life, successfully entertain them and send them home happily at the end of the evening.My eyes find that some people are saying their goodbyes in the front garden, so I gesture to Arnold to help them find their vehicles and lead them to their cars because two of the people in the group appear to be really drunk.Arnold moves to their aid, and I watch a woman get into a verbal fight with her husband or the man she came to attend the party along with earlier. I think he was her ex-fiance since Jean
AMELIAI wake up with a loud bang on my door. Feeling restless, I turn and shift into my bed to locate the source of the commotion as I pull the pillow over my head. I'm still heady, and I badly want to stay asleep.It took me a while to fall asleep last night, and it can't be morning just yet. I hope it is not, and everything falls quiet for a moment.The banging on the door returns, and I slowly lift my lids to see what time it is.My eyes fall on the bedside window, and I see that it's an hour before dawn. As I reposition my weight on my elbows to look at what's happening outside, wondering who wants to see me at this inappropriate time or thinking there might be a wild animal digging for food in my yard, I tip my head over my shoulder. The window looks over at the street. I don't see anyone as I wait and wait for someone to appear out of the bushes. When I gaze upwards into the dark night, I strain my eyes hard to see a giant explosion of green light illuminating the sky.Then the
NEVILLEThe man in front of me taps his pen on the table. I can't handle the noise it makes when it hits the edge of the hard surface. The shudder runs through the back of my skull, and I close my eyes. The man in front of me wants me to sign some papers that will help him pay for the funeral bills and apply for my father's death certificate.I didn't want to come to the funeral home, but I'm here against my will. The room is eerily silent, and pacing footsteps stepping against the hardwood floor is the only noise in the vicinity. It leaves me feeling anxious, and my stomach turns up into knots.The man in front of me speaks."Neville, first of all, I'm so sorry about your father." He offers me his hand, and I take it. "I'm so sorry about your loss. May he rest in peace."I nod."Thanks," I whisper under my breath. "My dad was a good man.""He sure was, young man." The man moves the papers towards me. "I want you to sign these papers, and this will officially release the body to the c
AMELIA "Amelia, are you sure you can take over the store?" Larry looks at me with a solemn expression on his face. "I would be gone the entire afternoon, and you know afternoons are the busiest times of the day." I nod. "Oh, no worries!" I give him a soft smile. "You can trust me. I'll look after everything." I'm not sure how earnestly I've made it sound to him. He's not entirely wrong. The busiest time starts when the afternoon ends and the early evening rolls in, and also that his newly hired substitute would be filling in, then it should be child's play. I have plans to make him accomplish all the work. Why will I not? Larry has made me responsible for doing all of his work while he loves to sit on his ass, complaining and ordering me around. Why can't I do the same? Be as bad as he is when it comes to people I work with and handle? There is a niggling voice in my head that I would never be as bad as he is to me and the others who work here. Sure, I might ask the new pers
NEVILLE"What is that?" I point at the shifting colours as I gesture to my eyes. "Can you see that?"Arnold doesn't blink while Peter runs a hand over his face and stares at me for another long moment before he decides to speak."Yeah, I can see it, Neville." He clears his throat. "We can all see it. This ability means that you have the genes, and perhaps you are a part of us."Arnold shakes his head."This small thing means nothing. It doesn't clearly mean he carries the shifter's genes because we haven't seen him turn yet. Unless he does that, I don't think I can put the annoying suspicion I have about his capabilities to rest." Arnold exhales a breath. "You, me or Rick, none of us can be so sure of the extent of his capabilities just because his eyes have the same eye colour manipulation powers that we have. We use opti-chromakinesis to see our kind out in the wild.""What are you even talking about?" As I say the phrase, a shrill noise buzzes in my head. Sweat beads line my forehe
NEVILLE"What's going on, Arnold?" I run my hands through my hair. "What's all this talk about my genes and my dad leading a pack?" My eyes land on his eyes, and I see a golden speck in his eyeball that sends a shudder down my spine. "What are you? And what am I?"Peter stands next to me after he brings forth an old armchair from the corner of the room and gestures with his eyes for me to take it. Quietly, not breaking my gaze on Arnold's eyes, I take the seat. A twinge of fear exposes itself within my skin. But it's a different kind of fear than I have seen before. I'm worried about all the lies that will shake the foundation of my trust in the people I have known since I was a kid."Do you have any answers for me, Arnold?" He shuffles on his feet as he repositions his weight with his back against the wall. "Why aren't you saying anything? What's going on?" My patience runs thin, and I find myself lashing out against everyone. I turn my head towards Peter. "What is all this talk abou
AMELIA "I can't believe we are finally here. Is it a good idea to be parked so close to the meeting spot?" I glance at Neville, observing his line of vision on the road in front of us. We are sitting right outside the building where the postcard sender wants to meet Neville in a few minutes. Never in a million years have I thought I would be someone's stakeout buddy, but here I am in the car, gazing ahead me through the windshield, wondering what I'm doing here. As much as I would like to deny that I'm here for personal reasons, and even though I'm playing the role of a badass and pretending that I don't read about situations like these in books on rainy Sundays like I usually do, I wouldn't have changed a thing. "To be honest, I almost felt like you wouldn't want to have me to be here with you." "Not going to lie, the thought did cross my head. But then I decided to let you tag along, anyway." He gives me an impenetrable look. "You know my offer stands, but here's the kicker. You ha
AMELIAI feel lost, not knowing what's happening behind the closed doors of Neville's library. He's been in there for a while with a tall man wearing a Hawaiian shirt. The police chief came in plain clothes, which astounded me because I'm not used to seeing them walking around like that in public without uniforms or suits.Well, it's a high-profile murder case, so it makes sense that the police don't want to stand out if someone's keeping a close watch around Neville's property.Maybe I should ask Neville to dig into police-appointed security because who knows what the murderers want?Is Neville the next target?Could this be why the police are here to find that out?As I'm thinking these thoughts sitting on the couch in the living room, my phone buzzes into my pocket. I fish the phone out in my hands to unlock the screen, and the notification centre indicates three received messages.The messages are from Jeremy. He is finally getting back to me with updates.Hey, Amelia.Larry was p
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NEVILLEThere's a loud knock on my bedroom door. I twist in bed, wondering who it is now. I fumble and shift under the duvet, bringing it closer to my chest. The repeat knocks on the door return. The person on the other side of the door wouldn't give up.What time is it?Running a hand over my face, I shift against the mattress, thinking if I had locked the front door last night behind me when I came home. Then I sit up against the headboard, adjusting pillows under my lower back, rubbing sleep from under my eyes.A crook wouldn't knock on the bedroom door. And there wasn't anyone inside the house last night when I went to bed. So who could this be?"You can come in." My voice comes out in waves as I shuffle my feet out of the duvet, sliding my body to the edge of the bed. "Who is it?"The person unlocks the front door, and Marge steps into the room."How are you feeling today, Nev?" She speaks with a comforting smile on her face. "I hope my absence didn't cause much disruption to yo
AMELIA"Thank you for driving me home." I exchange a look with Neville. "It was kind of you to take time to sober up before driving us here.""That long walk was good, wasn't it?" He laughs, checking the time on his phone's screen. "Though I got swayed by the idea of crashing on Ella's and Mason's couch. It was a good decision to drive you home because I didn't drink much. Normally, I can let myself go in social situations, but since you were there, I tried my best to practise self-discipline." He eyes me. "Well, that walk was more for you than for me.""It was good." I massage my fingers against my forehead. "My head is not spinning as badly as it was before.""I'm happy to hear that." He unlocks the car door on his side before glancing at me as I shuffle my legs in my seat. His car sits on the side road in front of my home. Neville gets out of the driver's seat to move towards my side as he helps me through the door. My feet are a bit unsteady from feeling the full effects of the bi
AMELIANeville stares at me from across the room with a drink in his hands. He brings the shot glass to his lips as he laughs at the joke Mason passes around to his company of friends. He's standing in the middle of a pack of the people from Ella's neighbourhood, Mason's high school friends, and the people they have come to know as young parents.When I match his gaze, he nods at Mason before walking up to me. There's a slow smile playing on his lips."It's a pleasant party," he offers as an icebreaker. "I didn't think I would enjoy it this much."I return his smile."I'm happy to know you're having a good time." His eyes mirror mine as we share a silent look. "I have to apologise. I shouldn't have brought you here by lying to you."He raises a hand in my face to stop me from the word vomiting."It's completely okay, you know? I'm enjoying my time here tonight." He laughs. "Ella made some interesting points earlier in the driveway, don't you think?"My eyes widen as I slowly lick my l
NEVILLE"We should first finish our food." Her lips curve into a fantastic smile. "Then we can go somewhere."I nod my head."We can go wherever you want to go." "And you won't ask me another question about where we are going?" Her eyes hold me with a steady gaze, weighing her words before she opens her mouth. "Do you trust me that much?""Yeah." I bring the spoon with the soup next to my lips. "I said I trusted you, so that's what it means when I say 'we can go wherever you want to go.'"She chows down her noodles quickly over the next several minutes. Her eyes challenge me to finish mine as soon as I can too. So, I follow suit to her fancy, completing my food not long after she does. Then she wipes her fingers against her jeans, offering me her hand."This is your last chance. You can back out if you want to." Her eyes glimmer under the light from the chandeliers in the kitchen. "Let me make this extremely clear. Here, I offer you this brilliant opportunity to cop out so that I don