“You remember the rule?” she asked.
By Kell Fire
Now I was back.
I felt my whole body tighten.
My throat went dry. “The… rules?”
She looked up at me, mouth open, waiting.
I dropped my duffel bag and walked toward the kitchen. The hardwood floors creaked the same way. The afternoon sun slanted through the bay window the same way. But she wasn’t the same. “You remember the rule
And I finally stopped thinking. End of Part One.