Bunn Library Novels & Stories

She just looped her arms around his neck and rested her cheek against his shoulder like her body had chosen first, before her mouth had time to issue a manifesto. I stood and picked up Bunny from the chair. “At least bring her lead attorney.” Sebastian accepted Bunny with one hand. Poppy opened one eye. “Bunny isn’t a lawyer.” “Then what is she?” “Bunny is an emotional support witness.” “Of course.” We went upstairs to Poppy’s room. The starry ceiling glowed softly. Some staff member had turned on the crescent-moon lamp at the little table, opened the covers, placed a glass of water on the nightstand, and arranged two storybooks on the chair.