He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

you.

I didn’t know it yet, but Graham’s temper tantrum wasn’t an ending. It was an ignition. Adrian’s glass still hovered in the air, catching the light.

When my phone buzzed again, every instinct told me to ignore it. But old habits die a slow, painful death. One glance at the screen caused my amusement to curdle into something colder and sharper. Three continue reading …