Stop Appearing In My Dreams, Brother-In-Law
The claw plunged down, hooked perfectly under the bunny's arms, and lifted it cleanly, dropping it straight into the prize chute.
Adrian reached down, scooped up the cream-colored plush, and turned to me, holding it out with a triumphant grin. "For you. A consolation prize."
"Thank you," I stammered, taking the bunny and immediately clutching it tightly against my chest.
It was soft and smelled faintly of the arcade's new plastic, but pressing it against me felt like a shield. I wrapped both arms around the stuffed animal, burying my chin into its plush head as we walked out of the arcade and toward the theater next door. It gave me something to hold onto, a physical anchor to keep my ha
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