The bird song

Eliana threw back her head and laughed. There was something about Rhys that reminded her greatly of her youth. when she was young and not so uptight. It made her feel like she could be young and free again. She could throw all caution into the wind and just live, not minding the consequences.

Tears had begun to appear in her eyes from all the laughter, and she cleaned them off with a finger.

“What did I do?” She echoed his question. “It’s funny. I’m sorry, but it is really funny. For you to think that an old woman like me can do anything.” She smirked and corked her head to the side. “What did you think I did, Rhys?”

Rhys stared at the woman long and hard. And she laughed again. He frowned. “Are you drunk? Did you take those pills again?”

She narrowed her eyes. “What pills? How do you know about the pills?”

He rolled his eyes and got up from his seat. “You took the pills. Get up; I’m taking you to bed.”

“No,” she shrieked. “I am going nowhere.”

“We have a guest in the ho