NATHAN’S POV
I heard my mother’s frantic steps against the floorboards first before I heard her sobs. The house had not been this busy after the New Year’s celebration last year.
Keiffer had been playing his electric guitar non-stop with Joshua hot on his heels, begging for him to keep it down a little as he finished up his diorama project that was due last week. Mrs. Pratchett had been couped up in her kitchen ever since this morning, her pots and pans constantly ringing in my ears as she hummed to a music that only she could hear.
I don’t know what the bustle from the inside of the house was, but on the outside, it was just as busy.
Out on the crossroads below, dogs barked as several cars breeze past into their own destinations, leaving only a trace of smoke and skid marks on the bu
