Morning comes whether you want it to or not, the light sneaks in thin and gray like it’s not sure it’s welcome, I stay at the kitchen table way past when the sun’s properly up, last night’s memories still looping behind my eyes, twelve years old, snow everywhere, blood that wasn’t mine on the ground, a prayer I said too late when nobody was listening anyway.Ruby won’t sit still, she keeps wiping counters that are already clean, folding and unfolding a dish towel like it’ll keep everything from falling apart, Lucien looks like he hasn’t slept in days, his eyes red-rimmed and restless, Milo just watches us all quiet, the way kids do when they’ve already figured out grown-ups are full of shit but haven’t decided what to do about it yet.The thing inside me, the silver, whatever you want to call it, is quiet for once, not gone, just waiting.Lucien finally breaks the silence, “They’re not gonna let this slide, Elias especially.”“No,” I say, “he’ll run from it as fast as he can.”Ruby
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