Four
J.T. was already asleep by the time I got home just after midnight. I didn’t have any missed texts or calls from Avery. Either she hadn’t found anything or was still mad at me for asking and was making me wait it out. I laid the napkin from Missy on the kitchen counter and started the coffee pot, listening to the soft hum of it percolating.
“You do know how to tell time, don’t you?” Grandma’s tone was just as judgmental as I would have expected her to be in life.
“I’m not tired,” I lied, barely fighting off a yawn.
“Right, and I’m not dead,” she scoffed.
She was part of me, in some weird mystical way thanks to the pendant that held some of her power, so she knew what was going on in my head just as well as I did. “I don’t want to see it again,” I confessed.
“Oh, Ezzie,” she wrap
