*Will*
I glance at the clock on the wall for the tenth time, its hands ticking away the minutes since Kiera left. It feels like an eternity. I know I should be happy for her, excited even, that she’s out with Marissa at that new bar… and do not get me wrong, part of me are, I do want her to have fun and enjoy herself, she deserves it after the last couple of weeks. She deserves this freedom, this chance to unwind and escape the stress.
But I also have to admit that as I sit here on the couch with Frida, I can’t shake the feeling of unease coiling in my stomach.
“Uncle Will, can you believe that cat just jumped on the table?” Frida giggles, her eyes glued to the screen where a cartoon cat is wreaking havoc in a kitchen. Her laughter is infectious, and I try to focus on the antics of the
