Ella And Adam Grant Novels & Stories

But now I was burdened with it, no matter how much I truly didn’t want it. It was a Friday evening. I was sitting outside in the grass of Killian and I’s house. I had Eli in my lap, he was blowing bubbles with a tiny wand, and Ella was off a few feet picking a handful of dandelions. The air was warm, the sun was beginning to set, but it was a nice day out. Peaceful, for once. “Everly.” I sigh, and close my eyes at the familiar voice behind me. I turn around, meeting the old, tired eyes of Adam, the head of the committee.