Chapter 3Archie clung to the banister as he went down the stairs. The knot in his stomach consumed him, but he couldn’t say why it had started to grow. It would become clear soon enough. The swish of a match made him turn toward the counter where Edie lit a candle.
“You better pack your overnight bag, darling. You’re going on an adventure.”
He stared at her, not moving a muscle. The walls were creeping in, trapping him in a vise.
“I know but imagine how cool it will be when you can add hero to your resume.”
He didn’t breathe, didn’t narrow his eyes at her despite wanting to.
“Paycheck, Archie. You wouldn’t have to work for a month.”
Not working for a month would be bliss. He managed a small breath. He could perhaps try to help, but he was not leaving the house.
She put her elbows on
