Grandma’s room was dark. The heavy curtains were pulled tight over the windows, and even with the door open, not much light filtered to her bed. It was a bit creepy to walk in and here her raspy breathing. For a moment, I was reminded of that fairy tale where the girl walks into her grandmother’s house only to find that grandmother has been eaten by none other than the Big Bad Wolf. I remembered Grandma singing that song the other day, and even though that was from a different fairy tale, it seemed fitting. 

“Grayson is gone?” I repeated, not sure I’d heard my mom correctly. “What do you mean she’s gone?” I asked, thinking there was a good chance she’d just gone downstairs to the kitchen or something without being loud enough to let us know with Grandma’s bedroom door closed.“I mean… she’s not here,” Mom

I drive like an eighty-seven-year-old woman who is too short to see over the dashboard and too cautious to go the speed limit. I know this about myself. I am okay with it. Under the circumstances, I wanted to drive faster, but I was afraid to go much over the posted limit of fifty-five. To me, that was about thirty miles per hour too fast.I realized I needed to call my mo

I did fall asleep, but I didn’t stay that way that long. I was up before the sun went down, my stomach reminding me that I hadn’t eaten much that day. I went down to the kitchen to find it empty for once. I wondered if Grandma was still feeling ill. It wasn’t like her not to be in the kitchen, especially this close to dinner time.I didn’t stick aro

 Sam pulled his lips away from me and said quietly, “Joshua and Raven are coming.”I nodded. I’d felt them coming, too, but I couldn’t gather the strength to let his mouth go. I wasn’t sure what to say or do, so I just stared