Shadows of Control
The mid-afternoon sunlight spilled through Joan’s windows at her home, painting the walls in hues of amber and gold. Joan busied herself preparing lunch, while the comforting aroma of her spiced stew wafted through the air. I on the other hand quickly nestled myself in the corner of the living room, a book balanced on my lap, trying to absorb the last few chapters before we set out for the rest of the day. It felt good to let my guard down, even for a little while and indulge in the simple things.
Once she was done, Joan called me to eat, I placed the book aside and stretched, feeling the tension ease from my muscles. As I stepped outside after hours indoors, Wade remained where I had left him earlier, his eyes scanning the perimeter. I gave him a small smile and wal
