RILEY
Three.
I wrote it on a Post-it note and stuck it to the edge of the bathroom mirror and then took it down because that was insane and put it in the kitchen drawer instead. Then I took it out of the kitchen drawer and wrote it in my notebook in the middle of a paragraph about a custom job I was planning and then crossed it out.
Three days.
I didn't think about why I kept noting it.
The morning was fine. Knox made eggs — there was apparently now a standing arrangement where he made eggs on weekday mornings because the twins had decided this was his job and he'd accepted the appointment — and Luna had commissioned him to braid her hair, which he was doing badly but with complete commitment, tongue slightly out, the way he got when he was concentrating on something delicate. It look
