“Any idea what the pattern is?” Dex asked “I’m not sure.” Something felt familiar, a shadow of an idea, not formed enough to make sense. She poured through her memories, scrounging for the clue she was missing. The pieces clicked.… — Shannon Messenger Copy Share Image
“Baby?” Dex asked gently. “Are you okay?” I shook my head, staring out the window as the trees went past. “No.” “Do you want to quit and go home?” I turned my head to look at him. He looked so… — Karina Halle Copy Share Image
